if it goes how it might, i could be on the Hill two weeks from today.
the New will have begun. All the scarey things Behind….that being the trip itsSelf. Over. We might be There.
it's interesting what they tell and what they don't. She went into great detail, daughter, preparing me for the 2 things…one i would hate and one i would love….i picked the hate first and that is that they had to scrape away some of the native grass on campsite B, to prepare for my "place". No hate. Love was that they ended up making a circular drive around a Big pine tree dead center in front. the Love part of that is how ….I….love it when i get an example like this when they are thinking through MY mind, being sure they know.
and as an example of being sure they know, she said my House would arrive this week. I said… OH, my quanset hut? and she laughed and said NOoooo! That was a long time ago! i thought, well….long time ago or not, it's the last i heard. Not the quanset hut? No! Then WHAT? Don't worry, she says. You'll love it. A little wooden house. and as they say here in New Mex, she says Don't worry. " I KNOW you". you'll love it.
So….ok. it's dusk. Two candles, two levels that i have no clue how they work, a hummingbird nest and the Old Cowboy's Clock. A leveled homesite missing some grass but a very large pine tree, and a little wooden house that i will love. But she won't tell me more. That expression arises.
Sight Unseen.
ok. We're going.
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