Tuesday, June 11, 2002

Ticks and Beavers

my husband: "are you gonna sit at that computer all day today?"

me: "it's possible." [pecking away at the keyboard]


my husband: "you know, you're looking a little butch these days." trying to get a response from me.

me: "...and?" [adjusting the bill on my Duke University cap]

husband stalks off ...

I like to look comfortable around the house, what's wrong with that?

I hate ticks. That's one bad thing about living in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Or any mountains. But it's not enuf to deter this mountain crone. I got yer furry owls hooting in the huge poplar tree; and returning woodpeckers making seasonal visits. Fresh air that could shock city lungs. Clean mountain streams--complete with beavers, I said beavers. I have a kaleidoscope of crunchy fallen leaves in autumn and solitude on white, crisp, snowy mornings. There are squirrels scampering thru clover searching for a bite of food the bluejays dropped---- just outside my door. Leaves and blue skies. Nature. That's why I live here. But you can take your ticks with you when you leave...



The Simpsons' Treehouse of Horror VIII


It wasn't long after 9/11, September 11, 2001, that I began this website. I felt compelled to connect with other people around the globe. I had recently heard about "weblogs" or "blogs" and I dove right into Blogger.com. I searched for others to connect with online and I found Ageless. It led to meeting many great friends to discuss events of the day. From then on it snowballed. Most importantly we offered one another support and friendship across the globe; finding that we were just a few keystrokes away.


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