Wild Goose Chase. But Really Slowly.
Seriously, yesterday, I walked up to MaJen (who's standing at the rear of her little Datsun truck) and I hand her my library book to return on her way home. She hugs me and walks around to the driver's side of the truck, gets in and drives directly to the library.
Upon arrival at which she cannot find the book.
She called me last night to tell me she didn't find it when she unpacked and I should walk down the driveway to see if it had fallen off.
From wherever she insisted she didn't put it down.
Beautiful night notwithstanding, walking is HARD for me. Plus, I've got Stef behind me on the driveway yelling "
Your underwear is hanging out!! Hey, Hey Luuuu-cy, your underweaaaar!!" because I've got a facecloth tucked in my trackies because my face is YES, still dripping constantly. So, now the squirrels are laughing at me.
Having the presence of mind to take along the camera (which I have to return tomorrow) I've uploaded a little gallery of pictures around the farm. Or, actually, pictures within the purview of the driveway. Except for the truck, I forced myself to go into the woods cause that's just creepy and cool.
The 15 acres of farm and wide-open space that everyone driving into
never fails to park directly behind my car.
The wonderful farm where, with my door open to the beautiful night, I hear - as Stef walks by from the burning firepit, "
I smell gas. Do you smell gas, Cam?"
Everyone is safe. We're all *kind* of sound. The rain is falling. The rice is cooking. The library called today because some nice man found the book and returned it this morning. Tomorrow, some stitches come out (who uses real stitches anymore?) and some casts come off and I will spend a couple of hours frightening people at work.
The good part about that is I work in the hospital, so at least it's okay to be bandaged, ugly, yellow and (according to my brother)
bulbous.
The gallery is
here. If you keep clicking, you'll get to a slideshow and then I, yanno, describe what's going on.