The Young's

I went by the Youngs to bring Charlie a sunflower he wanted the other day when visiting in my garden. The birds had done a job on it. One had sat on the edge of the flower and leaning over it looked like it had plucked the seeds from the flower and cracked them open, leaving the shells on the ridge of the flower. Half of the sunflower seeds had been eaten.

I read tcreason's blog, too. Heidi's entry absolutely scared me. Coldness, height and navigation. And yet, it started me wandering again. In my imagination. Not on the CDT! Ever.

I started living in Blue the beginning of August. Getting the kinks out. Tying everything down, finding space. Order and personal hygene are under control. I am working on a project. A shield to the wind around my little cook stove so as I can have my vegetables every day. I am still washing my clothes at Olivia's. I pull in at a park every day to organize things. I am collecting areas to park at night where I won't frighten the neighborhood. I have my cab light tight, so I can shine a light in the cab and no one can tell from the outside aside from the rocking of the truck.

I am working hard on worksource grant money. And just about have only one more requirement before I meet with an advisor on the 28th. Get it or not I will be glad when its over.