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I was sharing a cup of bootleg wine behind the bushes at the party the other day with Faye when she mentioned she was taking up drinking now that her last grown child had moved out. Not that I don’t distinctly remember sharing a cup of bootleg wine with her behind the bushes at last year’s party. She likes to tell me about the ice-cold creek behind her house that is ice-cold even on the hottest day of the year, and she’s always trying to get me to come out and sit in the creek with her and have a drink.
Not that I ever have time for that, but this is sounding a bit more appealing since she got running water and retired her outhouse. Still, the idea of sitting in a creek drinking wine makes me think we’ll end up taking our clothes off and dancing naked under the full moon or something. Not that anyone would know because she lives on top of a hill surrounded by woods and her husband is legally blind.
Anyway!
School is out. Ross heads off to boot camp soon, and Weston and Morgan are leaving for six weeks in Texas with their dad. I drove approximately 499,317 miles this year to take them to practice after game after practice after game. It’s been a long past year of hard work, on my writing and on my farm, too. I’m ready for a break. And it’s hot. And I’m free. Of course, I still have a lot of responsibilities. All these animals. And writing my website every day. I mean, I’m busy!! But child-free.
WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THE NEXT SIX WEEKS?!
Work?
Or take up drinking in the creek?

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BTW – I’ve been meaning to ask, how is Beulah Petunia? Any increase in her girth?
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Experience is what makes us… go. Do it for the rest of us who don’t have ice-cold creeks or bootleg wine!! Don’t walk… run!
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I am betting you are type A and there won’t be too much lolling with a glass of wine in the creek…………….
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Weston and Morgan — have fun!!!!! Make your dad drive you EVERYWHERE and enjoy new friends!
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