Tents are all Folded,
I'm leavin' this morning
Might never come back. . .
(from Goodbye, Old Paint)
No, don't fret none. I will be back. My early morning departure has been stymied by the delicate co-ordination of three households, with teenagers, and the byzantine negotiations over who sits where, in what car, and, with the teenagers especially, who is driving. I got no problem with teenagers driving my stuff. So one learner's permit is behind the wheel with me.
I foxed them bigtime though. Told them all we should be on the road by seven a.m. I told the folks on the rez that we would be leaving around nine. It's around nine right now and we're almost hitting the trail.
I am in full trailboss mode. See you after the first.
Happy new year and all that stuff.
3B's
posted by The Minstrel Boy at 9:58 AM
8 Comments:
I cannot stop smiling - nor can I wait to hear the story, when you get back.
Happy New Year, you!
And there WILL be a story, rest assured.
Jesus Horatio Christ, this word verification is impossible. There ought to be a limit on the number of letters.
and to you my friend.
Back at you, MB!
(Word verification is "essjo". Apparently someone's in need of strong coffee.)
Peace.
Happy trails, brother, to you and all yours.
Happy new year MB....and to all yours too...
Happy new year, Minstrel!
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