Lost and Found

Greetings my dear Patron~

Another week ahead. Goodness how the days, weeks, and years keep coming and they don't stop coming. Speaking of all stars, there has been some space between the last chapter of EB being completed and the one before it and I am at a loss of where to go forward from here.

More EB? The stripper story? Another wild card?

I am putting up a poll to see what you'd like to see. Check it out and please share your input.

Recently, when I leave the front door of my building, I am not immediately roundhouse kicked by heat and humidity so unforgiving that I want to retreat instantly back into air-conditioned environs. I describe that feeling, after the past however many endless months of sweltering sweaty suffering, as hope.

Whoever is in charge of the AC in my workplace is a member of an unhinged guild of people whose tactile ability to sense temperature is suspect at best. In the dead of summer they are leaving it one barely a degree above the outside temperature and the things barely clear half of the humidity. And now, that it is finally cooling down, it's been cranked so low I'm tempted to pull out a sweater or a blanket.

Ah, first world problems, right? Forgive my whining.

I am in actually amazing spirits for the most part. With the weather chilling out, I am working up the courage to venture out into nature again and have some activities planned. I have been not-so-classically trained to be an all-season camper. It was just how I was raised. Heathy doses of indoor and outdoor activities in reasonable measure. But after attempting a gutsy summer camping session last year, I vowed to avoid the dead of summer out of personal safety. (Barring mountainous and high elevation scenarios.) I am just at the point in my life where if I can avoid heat and humidity, I will.

I still need to do the yard work and keep care of my surroundings, but that is like, maybe an hour or two tops. Not 24 hours. Also, fire is my main reason to go camping. The sound, the smell, the flavor, the illumination, the warmth. Summer camping doesn't really invite big fires like a fall or winter camping trip does.

I just need a break from society, you know? From people. I am not going alone, sadly, but I have a fellow camping compatriot who just gets it similarly to myself. There are plenty of times where we are catching up and chatting, but there are equally if not more times where we are just sitting down, saying nothing. Speaking in whispers when at all. Then after the first bottle of red empties, we get a little rowdy, but things settle in before the stars come out. I'm not overly disrespectful of my surroundings.

Writing does that for me, too. Writing these bloggy rants does as well. Doing the weeding and gardening. Raking the grass. Just those moments where you are present and not thinking about anything else. Just breaking a few sticks and throwing them on a fire. Sitting down with your head back, staring up into the stars beyond the foliage above.

Let these moments be your way to escape the nagging thoughts. The negativity. The doubt.

Ta ta for now~

~Michelle