Firstly, apologies for sometimes being rather late in replying to your wonderful comments. I think I'm mostly caught up (for now, and am working on catching up on other sites). I love you all! :blowkiss:
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On my journal tab is a new poll. I think I'll be doing these more frequently; likely most will be for shits and giggles.
On account of being awake for approximately 28 hours straight, I'm not sure I can adequately express my appreciation to you, those who take time out of your surely busy days to look at my attempts to create something that might just move you in some way or another.
Thank you, so very much.
Yesterday, Dave said he would throw me in a swamp today. Roberta (his lovely wife) and I both thought he meant the pretty, mossy swamps like we see by dips in the road around here. I knew it would be gross to stand or lie in, but I was ready.
It wasn't what I expected. As we hiked to find a location, I lost one of my new sandals in the glue-like muck. Dave even stuck his hand way in there and couldn't find it. It's ok, I only paid $3 for them, and luckily he had brought some water shoes just in case I wanted them.
So he found what he wanted. A cave made from rotting tree roots, moss, and other disgusting things. Clouds of mosquitoes inside.