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Because I am hot.

Because I am thirsty.

Because things are looking up.

I've tried Bleezer and ScribeFire since we parted. The picture problem is always the sticking point, and if I can't add a photo from my computer, I may as well post from Apple Mail. They were free, but Blogo will cost me like love always has. I'll guard my heart until I see this show up online.

We're cruising down I-75, just discovering our dash A/C. Here you go, ladies - your Slow Learner's Permit!

I talked to Bruno back home this morning. She is just about ready to pack away the long underwear in her bureau (the drawer drawer). In NYS, we never really "put away" our winter clothes, we just give them a conditional rest. I think resting the longjohns before Memorial Day is foolhardy, but that's just the way she rolls.

We were planning to leave Georgia this morning, but horses happened. We could have muscled the dolly around and backed out, then done our prep in the "main" driveway instead of pulling out frontways, nice and easy, where the horse trailers were parked; instead we drank more coffee and narrated the horse dance, Mystery Science Theater-style:

Hi! I'm a horse! Just one horse! STOMP!

From what I see in the bottom of the trailer, you must be more than one horse.

Nope! Just one! NAY! ONE! I pooped ONE [stomp] TWO [stomp] THREE times!

I know, right!? Hilarious. Then we narrated the dogs:

Hi! I'm a dog! A shepherd! Nip! Stay inside the perimeter, please! Hey, you're another dog! [Aside to horse: Here, guard yourself while I take care of something.] HUMP! INAPPROPRIATE HUMP! EXCESSIVE HUMPING! ENOUGH HUMPING THAT SOME HUMAN SHOULD STOP ME! I'M OUT OF CONTROL!! [Other dog: bite] Okay, I'm under the trailer.

So, the point is that we waited while the horse people did what they do, and used the time to spruce up the place. Carrot used the time to pee over the side of the box more than usual, and the horses used the time to try to kick the dogs. It was time well spent for everyone, which is more than I can say for the time you've spent reading this.

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We expect to leave Georgia tomorrow.

• Great people!  
• Tall pines!
• Red dirt!
• Sweet tea!
• Little Southern towns where the past isn't buried very deep.

But, at least they keep abreast of current events:

Rough neighborhoods:

Good sunsets:

Wild animals:

Opportunity?:

Civilized company.

We forsook forestianity to bring our laptops into town.  We're sitting in the roundabout in Old Ellijay, Georgia, traffic zipping all around us and shop owners wondering just when loitering begins.  We're within sniffing distance of a geocache, but our sniffers are broken and we may leave town defeated.  Again.  I'm going to go check out a utility box and a lamp post, but then I'm stumped.

Annie is not sleeping well because the forest is dark at night.  Except when it's lit up by truck headlights and men with flashlights.  It was just some guy stopping by to sign up for the varsity hunt team at 5 a.m., and he seemed annoyed to be challenged in the performance of such an American activity.  I guess it's still turkey season; we watched a tom wearing safety orange and signaling his intent to go that way that way that way that way, and I was already on his side.  Go in peace, big, tasty bird.  Watch out for the cranky man who has to get up early to catch his own sandwich.

I waited three days and three nights to go to Jumping Mouse Beads.  Our marriage got rocky.  Harsh words were spoken, aspersions were cast, intentions were impugned.  But, what matters is that I got there.

ETA:  Annie just yelled at me really loud because it sounded like I said we were fighting.  We weren't fighting, okay?

Do you guys wonder how nomads get rid of garbage?  Here's a clue:  it looks sneaky.

Our refrigerator stopped working on propane.  Annie read the manual (?) and decided the burner was probably dirty.  We went looking for a shop vac and pipe cleaners. [If you find them in the craft section, they are "fuzzy sticks."]  Within 15 minutes she had that puppy chilling.  Plus, we enjoyed a Quorn cutlets/salmon/edamame/turk'y/corn casserole.

I haven't been visiting your blog, but I still love you.  There's no one else.  It's not you, it's me.  I've been tired lately.