In my new life my boats ride to town just called. He’s going tomorrow.
You see, Helga doesn’t have a hitch, so in order to get to town to get fixed, my boat has to catch a ride behind Someone Elses Truck. That someone else just called, and I have to get all my stuff together and meet him at the boat dock in the village up the river in a bit.
Hopefully they’ll have everything they need to fix my boat and I’ll be back out here by tomorrow night. But if not – well, I’m bringing Helga and my stripper bag. I’ve got debt now, I should take every opportunity to work.
I absolutely love that I just got this phone call and now I’m running around loading stripper stuff into a boat.
All day I’ve been wandering around falling in love with every detail of this place. The mud, the birch trees, the spruce, the way this one birch tree fell perfectly into the space between two sister birch tree’s and the leaves burst forth between the two. I adore how the bear and I leave each other little things (me: compost, him: poop) but still keep a very respectful distance from each other.
I’m glad my detail loving has come back. It had went missing for a while.