Okay, so I haven’t been blogging every day or even every other day. I’m here, late at night, before I lay my weary head down, to ask your forgiveness.
. . . and to report just a glimpse of what I’ve been up to this week, besides managing Camp Dularge.
I managed to get in a visit with the Swamp Dwellers . . .
and met this wonderful 84-year-old who was spilling over with history of his swamp-dwelling ancestors. These two men are first cousins. Though there is 30 years between them, they are still very close. I found that very refreshing.
The Old Cousin gave me a history lesson while the bass teased these two. Diane and The Milkman took turns trying to snag them. No luck.
Time flew by and it was almost sunset and past time to leave before Diane and I realized it.
These lucious peaches from Alabama came along for the ride with an old friend, whom I haven’t seen in 12 years. It was good to reaquaint with her and talk about old times. My, how things change in 12 years!
And baseball. Termite’s been playing and I’ve been watching and cheering. He is in the midst of the final tournament of the season and won his game tonight. He plays again tomorrow night–single elimination. I hope we win.
So, my friends, I’d like to know what you’ve been doing, because I have barely had time to eat much less write and read emails.
Leave me a newsy comment and you’ll be entered in a chance to win a bag of Community Coffee’s Private Reserve House Blend. Winner will be chosen, the old fashioned way (by popular request by the Squeaky Wheel!) this weekend.
Okay, let her rip!