We're still hauling our winter things off to storage. Filing our income tax today too.
I just need at least 3 days of warmer dry weather to get some painting and glueing done.....BUT! No, that's not happening for at least another 2 weeks. I will never live within 10 miles of another lake again. It rains all the time, everything molds, ragweed flourishes, everything has a musty mildew smell, and it just plain sucks. I'm not a water person at all. I got burned out on fishing, the smell, cleaning fish, and dizzying boats in my younger days. Sick of water. I'm an Earth sign and my allergies demand that I get to higher ground. Hubby grew up sleeping on houseboats and shit when his family belonged to a yacht club. Fishing is the only real leisure time thing here. O.K. So?
Not ever going back to that.....period.
I know I whine about it a lot but I belong in either a hilly field, the woods, or top of a mountain. It's in my blood. My grandmother lived on a beautiful 300 acre farm with a couple of streams and an underground spring. My father built our home with other contractors in a hilly subdivision. My great uncles built cabins in the mountains, and of course my ancestors all came from the hills of Scotland, Ireland, and mostly Wales. My 1/8 drop of Choctaw were the only wetland folk.
I spent many hours of my childhood sitting up high in trees in the woods behind our property. I didn't care that I was ruining my pants with all the pine rosin. I just needed to be caressed by nature....in the dry. To me, rain was for gardens, sitting on back porches, and lazy Sunday afternoons...not everyday.
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