Weekend Update

Well, spent the weekend off in the woods stalking Bambi. Saw a few....but only one was shot, and not by Mr. Manners. Saw a handful of shooting stars and had the loveliest weather I've ever experienced in late October. I have some lovely nature photos to post for you later in the week, when I'm not so tired.

The only bad thing was Friday night, I had about, oh, no sleep....that whole being in an unfamiliar place and all. I was a bit pissy most of Saturday, and tried to nap and couldn't...but now I know what to expect and so next trip will be better prepared with some home comforts. Like a sheet, and an extra pillow, and an ice pack. Maybe some no scent moisturizer? And some no scent conditioner so I can WASH MY DAMN HAIR? And maybe some cammo that fits; Mr. Manners was kind enough to let me wear his stuff but it's a wee bit big for me. Dork Girl!

The October sky at night in the middle of no where is a thing to behold. The Pleides, Orion, Casseopeia (can't spell), the Dippers....the sky was full and lovely and I wished I had my book of constellations, because I saw things I'd never seen before. Saw several meteorites.

We talked about going down in the spring for a longer period of time. I like the utter isolation of the place, to be honest. I even like it with the tv off - the silence and the periodic howl of the coyotes doesn't disturb me in the least (although peeing outside when the coyotes howl is a bit nerve wracking. you pee fast).

LG was kind enough to dogsit for me this weekend, so thank you!!!!! Your god doggies thank you!

Wait, I almost forgot! We stopped at some AwfulWaffle where all the workers must have been on Prozac and Valium, cause they were all some giddy, happy mother fuckers. I've never been in a WH where the employees weren't surly, tooth missing, grumpy old wrinkled crotchedy life- has-pissed-on-me-and-look-what-happened-when-I-pissed-back-people. These people smiled, had good customer service, sang, danced...I swear, I was looking around for a singing saucepan or a frigging french candelabra! And when refueling, the Indian gentleman behind the cash register kept shouting at people at the pump something incomprehensible about their cards, and everyone (now, this is south Geeeorgiya, folks) kept staring at him like he was from Mars.