Greetings to you, my friends!!

Let me first make sure you saw the comma in the title.

You did? Good!

I was swimming with the weeds in the Mississippi River in Wabasha. Yep. We went camping a couple weekends ago. First camping trip of the year. Slackers, compared to last year when our first trip was over Easter weekend when the trees and bushes hadn’t budded out yet.

It felt so good to get out in nature.

Although I could have done with shorter weeds in the river. These would have been five feet tall if they had extended above the river’s surface. As it was, they flopped over just under the surface, making for double the “ Ugh, I gotta get out of these weeds.”

Strolling over a few feet did the trick, but then I was in another family’s “lane.” It was okay. I didn’t stay long. Funny how those “lanes” are a real thing.

And speaking of real things (don’t look now, but that was an actual transition. Don’t get used to it), this actually came out of the hubster’s mouth:

“You smell better than dead deer.”

Yep.

A little bit of background here. We were driving through Wisconsin on I 94. For some unknown reason, the deer that had not chosen good times to cross the highway were not being picked up. I’d say at least two week’s worth judging from the bloat on some. The hubster had done a quick survey and determined that we’d come upon one every 12 – 15 seconds.

I know. Seriously.

Now the hubster, in addition to figuring out that survey in his head while driving, also has a well developed sniffer. And this delicate organ was being assaulted by the smell of those dead deer.

So, he turns to me and says, ‘You smell better than dead deer.”

I tell you, I’ve got to grab those compliments whenever they are tossed my way, so I took it!!!

And, in keeping with wise sayings from the hubster, here’s another one as I was putting things away in the camper:

“If you’d take less stuff, you’d have less to think about.”

Okay, let’s just mull that one over for a minute, shall we?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

No need to mull that one over. I can tell you exactly why I take so much “stuff.”

I have hobbies.

I have many hobbies.

Doing these hobbies makes me happy.

Doing these hobbies relaxes me.

Doing these hobbies provides a creative process that feeds me.

A happy and relaxed and creative me is a good thing.

SHAZAAM!!

Nope. No transition here.

Back to swimming in the river. Did you know that if you forget to remove your pill container that you stash in your bra before you go swimming in the river, that the calcium pill turns into a white mush and the pain med capsule retains its shape but you now can push the tip of your finger into it and the dent remains?

Yeah, I didn’t.

I do now. 😉

Nope, not here, either.

I just need to tell you that while I’ve been writing tonight, 38 Special has been on full blast and the hubster has been reminiscing to me about why he loves the group.

I get extra points just for being able to put coherent sentences together.

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I know and you know that I write about nothing. Shakespeare’s nothing.

And you and I know that there is an important something out there that is upsetting a great many of us.

But I needed a break. And I thought you might as well.

Sending love and hugs your way. It’s nice to have the windows open with a cool breeze coming in. It brings in hope.

Love,

Janet