I can't believe it's been a month since I've blogged about anything.*
There's nothing particularly noteworthy going on just now. Since Flora moved to NY, I've saved a bunch of money on going out and such, but the flipside of that is that I'm not having nearly so many adventures. Justin and I went out the other night and on the way home I said, "We could go out for pancakes, but it's not even 1am yet..." Just not the same. Don't get me wrong, Justin rocks my world (apologies for the cliche) but you just can't beat Flora for pure trouble-making impishness.
In other downer news, I fedexed paperwork to an attorney in Maine today to wrap up the closing on the sale of our camp. Ron and I owned it and even before the divorce, we had decided to sell it since we were hardly ever going there anymore. One of these days when I am less depressed about it than I am today, I will write about the camp. It was truly Nirvana, and the halcyon days spent there have been some of the best in my life. But now the little three acres on the bank of the Penobscot River belongs to someone else. No more chopping wood to go in the stove at 2am, no more lantern-lit trips to the privy, no more sunbathing and kayaking in the swirling smooth current of the river. But I said I wasn't going to talk about it! Hearing about someone else's favorite vacation spot is about like being forced to see silent 8mm reels of a pipefitter's convention in Cleveland. So I digress about the camp.
I recently joined this thing called Book Crossing. The idea is good, but there seems to be a shortage of books I care to read in the greater Jacksonburg area. Still, the idea intrigues me so I'll hang with it for a bit and see if anything good pops up.
*visualize self-flagellating comment here with corresponding excuse/reason for same