Lake living is okay but a few things still bother me. One incorporates another old saying....kinda. I have nursed a fear of eating apples almost for as long as we've lived here. Afraid that if I would eat one a day our doc would float off never to return.
Another thing is walking these hills. I still top each hill huffing and puffing like an old cho cho and it takes awhile to get it back down to normal. Just about normal it's time to take on the next hill. I don't mind that but the mixed up pecker gnats keep swarming my nose and because of my hard breathing I've sucked in a couple at times. Spit, spit spit, you never know what they had been swarming before they found my nose.
Constantly trying to shoo those gnats causes drive-bys to think I'm a very friendly person because it appears that I'm waving at them. Now when the horse flies begin to find me the drive-bys think sad thoughts about me because of the stick I carry. When used to run the flies off my body it appears that I'm beating myself in an attempt to force the walk out of me.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but my poorly thought words can surely do a greater damage. But what the hey, I'm not looking for a job anyway.
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"What a comfort a dull but kindly person is, to be sure, at times! A ground-glass shade over a gas-lamp does not bring more solace to our dazzled eyes than such a one to our minds." - Oliver Wendell Holmes
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