Never leave anything unsaid.
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.
Handpicked (by moi) wild huckleberries from Montana. I see scones and jam in the very near future.
This little peanut-popper has been pestering me for the last 8 days straight…perhaps I should stop feeding him.
Another glorious day at the lake.
My boy lost his ball, again.
It is 3:30 on a Tuesday. The closest place with internet access is the bar around the corner, a 100 yards from the lake. There are no complaints from this girl.
If you need me, you can find me here with my books for the next week or so.
To Do:
[X] Deposit severance check
[X] Complete catastrophic health insurance paper work
[ ] Pack car
[ ] Clean house
[X] Update iPod
Last remaining items before I can blow this popsicle stand. The feelings of guilt about no longer being a “productive” member of society are slowly starting to fade. With a little luck, two weeks of no tv or cell service in the boonies of Idaho will cement the transition.
Willfully Unemployed
…in the worst economy since the great depression. Not one of my more sensible decisions to date. Twenty-six years of honor rolls, steady paychecks and lunch meetings on indefinite hold. For what? To see where depositing in my soul instead of my bank account leads. Things around here should become a lot more interesting in the coming weeks.
