This morning I took the dog outside and there was a beautiful snowfall.
I heard a bird in the distance, one that was very adamant about being heard.
I could have sworn I also heard an owl.
I told myself I am going to get out camping more this year, and if there's no one that wants to go with me, it will just be me and the "boys."
Maybe I should do that.
This counting on a man to make my day (or is it night) makes for a lot of disappointment.
Besides, I can always take B.O.B.
I can take care of myself; the dogs are great protection (at least great intimidation).
I can build a fire and cook my dinner.
Just give me a bottle of premixed margaritas and I'm set.
Maybe it's not so bad being by myself after all.
Valentine's Day is Tuesday.
Fuck.
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One is the loneliest number around - or so says the song. It ain't wrong.
what buffalo said... that song used to be a favorite until it began to hit too close... i've gotten used to it. i can go out and do whatever; now, i almost look forward to hiding in the woods for a little. i just make sure to interact with interesting people. i already tried the hermit routine; don't think i'll go back to that, but i value my alone time.
sounds like the fire is taken care of - now we just need to make it warm inside the tent - any suggestions? maybe BOB has an idea
Buffalo...no it isn't.
Watcher...I do enjoy my freedom...but sometimes you just want to hear someone's voice. A walk in the woods is good sometimes..I don't do it enough.
Badandy...come camping with m and we can leave BOB at home...
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