You
had a routine morning of breakfast while reading the Saturday paper. Walking
down the steps to breakfast though was a new experience in that you sat halfway
because of lightheadedness. Carol chatted about an article on the Camry; you
listened but without the passion for a new car (she was not suggesting such).
You assumption is that new car days are over and this is something you can now
live with, particularly since you are not driving. – Amorella
1002 hours. Time for a
pill for dizziness and a relaxing bath; then I’ll skim the new Automobile and
Motor Trend so I can dump them in this week’s trash. I don’t mind reading the
articles. Maybe it’s time for an X-Box for some entertainment – though I could
start by warming up my own Nintendo 64 on the TV in Kim’s old bedroom.
Later,
dude. – Amorella
You set up and
filled the bird feeders after cleaning them. Carol cleaned the last of the
leaves from the lower back deck. You both caught up on a few more shows then
watched an hour program about ‘Living Free’ on National Geographic this
evening. Carol is presently lying in bed playing sudoku on her iPad while you
are sitting in the comfort chair in the southeast corner of the room. This was
pretty much the day after running a couple of errands in the afternoon. –
Amorella
2127 hours. Dad would
have loved the show on ‘Living Free’. I can easily see him living off a little
of nothing while building a small cabin near a stream or river in the back
hills of Virginia; killing pack rats with a slingshot or killing a turkey with
bow and arrow, something he relished doing this time of year. We had squirrel
over a fire at least once. The adults in the program had good hunting and
survival skills. Most of what they used we learned in Boy and Explorer Scouts.
It was rather fun to watch for a change but I remember camping more as an
annoyance rather than fun and adventure. Now, walking or hiking through the
woods or on hilly trails I remember that fondly, that was more of an adventure.
Sleeping in a tent was just that and nothing much more during any season (which
we did more the once). Spring was too wet and more than mildly uncomfortable;
Summer was too hot and buggy; Fall was almost perfect; and Winter was not nearly
as bad as I thought it would be even with wind and a snowstorm or two. I earned
the merit badges of camping and hiking in my day. The hardest was building a
fire without matches in the Spring; the easiest in late Fall/early Winter.
Forging for food was okay, but I don’t ever believe I ate what I killed. I did
have to gut it though. Water, berries, peaches or apples and a warm watery
potato soup would do, plus I would sneak a candy bar, mostly likely a couple of
Snicker’s bars if I could get away with it. I did eat what Dad killed. No
choice sometimes but I didn’t like the gaminess of smaller animals and picking
buckshot out of ducks or geese. I did not like moose and I did not like bear or
a variety of mountain critter toughness. I would think I would remember some of
those times with fondness, but I do not. I was what I felt was an obligation to
do what my father liked. Nature, I did and do but not hunting or fishing or
surviving in the wilds.
You
are surprised that you cannot recollect fond moments, but you do remember fond
aromas on those outdoor adventures. – Amorella
2155 hours. Walking
through a thick woods after a spring rain was most delicious to breathe in. I
think it was the oxygen in the air. I remember pancakes cooking in a skillet
and corn on the cob setting in foil on the fire coals, hot chocolate and
roasting marshmallows and/or hot dogs – old memories rattling up because of the
National Geographic channel.
Time
for your inner ear pill boy. Post. – Amorella
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