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Which is worse? No washer and dryer or no internet at place of residence?
If you blog and post photos, you know how important it is to have your favorite “image editor” on your own computer, which just ain’t gonna happen on a “borrowed” computer.
Not only that, it is also important to have access to the place you store all your edited photos so that you can readily plug them into your blog posts. That ain’t happening either on a borrowed computer.
Hands down, not having internet at place of residence is by far the worse of the two deprivations.
So I’m here to tell you how thankful I am to have a temporary residence; how sad I am that many folks still don’t have cable TV, much less cable internet; and how tired I am of toting my external hard drive, my camera and its computer USB cables (my card reader died on me), and a flash drive around with me in order to post.
I’m tired of hauling around clothes baskets of dirty laundry, bottles of detergent, and clothes hangers and imposing on my friends and acquaintances, and soon–strangers!
I’m tired of turning down visitors who want to stay at Camp Dularge–today a party of two for ten days next month. TEN DAYS!!!
Ok, I need a bucket brigade. We need buckets of bleach water and mops. We need respiratory masks so we can clean out my “down the bayou house”, rendering it temporarily livable until I get my house built above the flood plain.
Lil Sis and I worked with bleach in my old bedroom when she was down, and we could not get out into the fresh air fast enough! It just filled our nostrils and sinuses to the burning point. That stuff is deadly!
Ok, so this post is about griping and complainig to let you know I’m a little inconvenienced and not able to post as often as I would like. I have tons of photos I’d love to share with you that were taken last week on two of the fishing trips I went on. They are of the neat birds I observed while fishing. Maybe I’ll get to do it tonight, dragging along all the needed paraphanalia in order to do so.
Meanwhile, leave me some comments letting me know you understand my dilemma. Share with us a time when you had to wash clothes in a scrub board in the bath tub and hang them out your car windows, while you drove up and down the highway to speed dry them. Think I’m joking? LOL!
Looking forward to reading YOUR stories when I get back online.
I’m your complaining and griping, but still blogging Bayou Woman
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