Let's have some fun with Buddha.
What fun? What fun!
Really.
So it appears that I am not the chosen one for maiking lunches at Badger. Life goes on.
I await the cabin o'er there -- I can just about make it ouit through the brush and trees. It gets scrubbed this weekend and then - inhabitation. Then what?
I hate to say money is an issue, but 'tis. Without transportaion, what am I going to do?
And what with these bugs, especially the lovely and voracious No Seeums? Nasty.
Major Caterpillar construction stuff goes on within feet of me here, as road gets gone over and a field gets opened for crops for the first time in its history, I presume. A little late for planting most things, but....
Friday. June 1. 2007. Numbers and dates. Flip the calendar.
Can I wait much longer to finally take my clothes - my very only possessions - and place them someplace that is better than a suitcase, their home for the last three months? It's been a weird road, but I know it well.
Let me take you with me as I travel from Boston to Gilsum last Sunday night, with an electric rainstorm going full tilt - lost and proceeding into Vermont - Brattleboro. Again, gone too far. The roads were misamatic with ghostly fogs rising no more than a few feet above the roads - eerie and scary, as driving was bad enough on new terrain for me. After many hours, I made it back here -- all the while driving, I felt as if I was coming to where I belonged. Yes, A sense of "home" prevailed.
I hope and pray that it does do just that.
This week I got to enjoy the year-long works of K's students, if that was indeed a year's worth of work presented. I must have been the odd character at this event, as all seemed to be parents and the kids themselves, along with some teachers. It was enchanting.
Fog again this AM - cleared now and it looked like some high temps on my Yahoo page for Gilsum.
We'll see. Summer is not far away.
Really.
So it appears that I am not the chosen one for maiking lunches at Badger. Life goes on.
I await the cabin o'er there -- I can just about make it ouit through the brush and trees. It gets scrubbed this weekend and then - inhabitation. Then what?
I hate to say money is an issue, but 'tis. Without transportaion, what am I going to do?
And what with these bugs, especially the lovely and voracious No Seeums? Nasty.
Major Caterpillar construction stuff goes on within feet of me here, as road gets gone over and a field gets opened for crops for the first time in its history, I presume. A little late for planting most things, but....
Friday. June 1. 2007. Numbers and dates. Flip the calendar.
Can I wait much longer to finally take my clothes - my very only possessions - and place them someplace that is better than a suitcase, their home for the last three months? It's been a weird road, but I know it well.
Let me take you with me as I travel from Boston to Gilsum last Sunday night, with an electric rainstorm going full tilt - lost and proceeding into Vermont - Brattleboro. Again, gone too far. The roads were misamatic with ghostly fogs rising no more than a few feet above the roads - eerie and scary, as driving was bad enough on new terrain for me. After many hours, I made it back here -- all the while driving, I felt as if I was coming to where I belonged. Yes, A sense of "home" prevailed.
I hope and pray that it does do just that.
This week I got to enjoy the year-long works of K's students, if that was indeed a year's worth of work presented. I must have been the odd character at this event, as all seemed to be parents and the kids themselves, along with some teachers. It was enchanting.
Fog again this AM - cleared now and it looked like some high temps on my Yahoo page for Gilsum.
We'll see. Summer is not far away.
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