Life as I have known it has changed for the better when my little house on a trailer called a sauna arrived Saturday. I'm sitting at the command post this morning with 30 mile an hour gusts outside and it is quite nasty as I sit here smelling like a bachelor about to go on a date with a pretty lady. I'm not though....
Pixie, my friend Mak's dog, is nestled on a blanket snoring like he's old and tired and when your 16 that's 112 in Lorne Greene years. He has cancer but doesn't show it except for a bad limp like Chester on Gunsmoke but when he sees one of the blimpie squirrels he runs like he is a kid and it reminds me of myself in an arf arf kind of way. I still try to do the things I once did and find it sometimes more then I can handle. It was great having Kris here to help with the unloading and setting up a spot for the sauna; my newest out building. For once, Kris said I have spent wisely and that is change I can put in my pocket...
Kris left yesterday after 10 days of great fun and either he is more tolerant of my weird ways or he is mellowing a bit. I should be sad now but I'm not considering I know he is doing good out there on his own. He is hurting bad financially with hours cut and 401 losses. He spent hours in the woods and nothing to show for it except a stiff neck. And, the good news is that he may be here for Christmas which will be a first. I've spent so many Christmas' alone and I would need no presents having him here...
Hoping your Monday isa good one and as much as I'd rather be in Georgia, I'm where I should be. I'm happy and I'm squeeky clean...
Easy....
