I am always careful, when dealing with wild animals. As usual, all it took to discourage the "wild life", was the appearance of one official looking, “pseudo” Forest Service jeep. They were probably just checking, to see if the place was now vacant. Now they know that it is a permanently manned “pseudo” FS installation. O, the outlandish games we play, out here in these outlands. ;-)
:-) I was getting a little concerned, but then knowing how capricious "web-munication" can be ... . _____ What his 'type' is, is not what worries me. It is, "what my type is ". - That has come to be horrifying to me. If only, I had an other lifetime in which to reprogram myself ... . _____ I am most probably entirely wrong here, but do you always remember to "leave enough twigs and leaves in your hair"? ;-D Especially for the holidays. _____ Gotta go. Looks like I have some uninvited "wild life" on the property, that I need to, "go put in an appearance", for.
I have absolutely no idea what makes a woman desirable to men: unless it is being the only woman, in an unlikely environment. I am sure you have heard that saying, “not if they were the last person on Earth”. In reality, “virtually” being, that “last woman on Earth” does seem to change things. Could it be that a girl could do well to learn to live in a hole excavated from the side of a river bank with a flat rock, and eat weeds and bugs? ;-D I have no idea why, but for some strange reason it drives some boys wild! (???) Well, at least the extremely geeky ones. Maybe they read to many post-apocalyptic si-fi stories, and they hope that she will be able to forage for them, if that ever happens. And always getting some leaves or twigs caught in the hair also appears to be a sure fire conversation starter, “Wait a minute, Miss, do you know there’s a tree branch, with caterpillars living on it, trailing from your hair?” ;-) Maybe it stimulates some long suppressed, primitive grooming instinc
Yes, cute, always trying to be so quietly dignified, simultaneously failing and succeeding. But still, very nice. Just, geeky. But, I get the impression he enjoys looking that way. Why else would he gravitate to me, his best choice in women to make him look even worst by contrast? And I know that he can dance, in a fashion, well - sort of(?). So why can’t he climb around on these rocky, scrub brush trail without getting into trouble? He really is a creature of the lowlands, and wide open spaces. Mountain people are generally built like me, compact, no-nonsense, a low center of gravity. (I get told that I look like John Denver’s long lost sister - that or Steve Erwin’s American, girl cousin) S’Shon reminds me of a race horse(with that nice dark mane), trying to herd with burros. Mercifully, search&rescue reassigned him to helping the hams. But he tries so hard. I promised to help him learn to track. What was I thinking? :-D I just hope that I don’t get him hurt.
HMPH, If you ever do just happen to need advise, on which bugs to eat(or reject), or how to build a brush cocoon, or how to “walk down” a wild mustang, and ride it. I am always at your disposal. ;-D But tonight, the HOT! chili chocolate is beginning to affect me, so I think I will go LOL viewing, or building. :-D
I suspect that this last summer, was my “childhood”. There is a si-fi story, by Isaac Asimov, ”All Of Summer In A Day”. Unlike the child in the story, I guess that I just refused to get locked out of that one, singular day. :-) And for all I can know , next summer I will have a second “day”of child hood. ___Believe me, you would not want to be married off (but, yes, I appreciate your joke :-) ), to anyone in the type of culture that practices this custom. And, a wife who cannot “produce”, can sometimes be dealt with, with the same lack of comparison, as a barren hen in the laying coop. In my case, I must have instinctively suspected my fate, before it came to that. To bad I was not raised with the same lack of personal boundaries, that the children of the outside world are. I could have at least been a lover, or a courtesan. As it is, I have little purpose, other than the one that I have found here.
Please forgive me, for worrying you. I was in a very strange state of mind. Those sudden “revelations” never do get any easier. (Mental note: stop wandering around in the wildernesses, and eating locust! ;-) )
I’m afraid that those 'agent of the Universe' positions, are only one of those “glamor jobs” with a swanky title. But it is my hope that they at least get some impressive, tax-free fringe benefits: clouds parting for sunbeams to light their pathways during storms, unexpected rainbows, etc. ... . Guess it would all depend on what the AOTU Union negotiated, and signed for? ;-)
Continued from 3:59) My foster parents did all that they could: I could not have been more fortunate. But, at my over-the-hill age, 19, I though that I had found the love of my life. All I had really found was a psychopath, that appreciated my work epic, and had other plans, after his loans were paid off. During this time, in my after work hours, and because I was told we would one day buy a farm, I took a few courses in agronomy, wildlife biology, and botany. I also completed several wilderness survival courses, just for the experience. But one day, when what he thought was the perfect trophy wife came along, I came home to an empty apartment. So I went west, found employment with a ranch family ... who were determined, once again, to “marry me off” to one of their relatives (few women can, or will live out here). It was not long after that, that I decided to fling my self into the wilderness to disappear ... like a duck flinging itself into a pond to drown. Very silly, now that I th
If I could, I would not change a thing, and freeze this last year in time. But from that last phone call, I know that this can not be. But, for the time, I will only keep repeating the word, “friend”. He is only about 4 years younger, chronologically. Unfortunately, I feel about a generation older, but not exactly in a positive way. It is from my origin. Being a woman there, was serious business from childhood. I suppose that is so they can marry you off at 13, to a man old enough to be your father, as they wanted to do to me. So, when I was asked to make the only choice I would be given, I chose to keep going, and ended up in child custody. Funny, back there, I was considered old enough to be a mother, but never old enough to make any other decision for my self. In the outside world, I was considered to young to make that decision, but more than old enough to know exactly what to want for a future. So I failed in both worlds. At that time, that was the best that I could manage.