I live at that lake, nestled in the arms of the mountains.
Four days of school to this week and then, Friday night, I hop on a plane to a wedding in Kentucky. Freshly pressed, my new dress hangs on the door of my closet with my new shoes nestled in the curve of the skirt. I blink at it, wondering what this outfit will see. I have no way of knowing what lies in store this weekend. My heart--pounds? flutters? shrieks--in anticipation, nerves, premature fatigue, and ...
Something else entirely.
Wait for me, Future. I'm not ready for you yet.
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In other news, my dinner tonight consisted of pasta, ranch dressing, tobasco sauce, and refried beans. All mixed together.
I forgot to go "grocery" shopping before heading up the mountain. I better not starve this week. Money's hard to come by these days. Therefore, so is food. I sacrificed the non-essentials. :-P Just kidding. But it came down to: pay for gas, or buy groceries. I figured, if I don't pay for gas, I don't get up the mountain. Pointless to be at the base of a mountain with a car full of food.
Talk about Roughing It.
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