Oh my.
Actually, I’ve posted a lot here.
The deal was, yesterday was a cold and rainy Sunday in the Sandhills of Nebraska, and excepting for the random by chance automobile speeding down the highway a few miles north of here, the closest human being in my vicinity at the time was 21 miles away.
Surrounded by trees, alongside a river, all sorts of flora and fauna, and not being a nature fanatic—and for obvious reasons not inclined towards radio or television—all the books in the house read—the cats romping and playing atop the William Rivers Pitt circa two blocks away from the house—and again, it being a cold and rainy day.....
.....well, I can think of a lot worse things to do, than just sitting around remembering something.
Admittedly, the story’s a lemon, I laid an egg, but that happens. One learns, and moves on.
Again, I can think of a lot worse things to do, than just sitting around remembering something.
Well, *I* enjoyed it. It’s a slice of real life, nothing wrong with that. Life is strange, I LIKE that! LOL! I grew up with a girl who ended up being a notorious bank robber. Life is just strange.