Today was a beautiful day of warmth and sun. Some people may say that when one makes everything bold, nothing is bold anymore, but that doesn’t apply for sunshiney days and heartfelt smiles. Those will always seem bold and pleasant in my mind.
It was a cold night again, but the sun warmed us up fairly quick. We spent the morning socializing. We also took advantage of the huge bathtub available. The kids did very well getting clean and subsequently dry. I also got fairly clean doing a shower bath with washcloth scrubbing off my well earned layers of protection. I’m not a fan of shampoo or conditioner. It feels better when my hair doesn’t tickle me in weird places on my collar. Water rinse this time, once a month some natural soap.
I invited Garland, proprietor of this house we’re parked at, a kind hippie, to come along to look at some fossil exhibits. He’s good company because he’s laid back and silly. We wandered around for a couple hours (wish I’d brought my phone for pictures) looking at all the cool fossils coming out of the planet we call home. It’s crazy what this world has produced and stored and let us back at.
Our appetites were kicking, so we went back to Garlands. He made noodles with red sauce and I made garlic bread and salad. It turned out phenomenal.
While cooking was commencing, a police officer pulled out front. Apparently neighbors had reported Bugus because they thought I was spying at them from up top. Very incognito spy mobile I got there. Because I dont have plenty to do with my kids. The guy ran my name and asked me if I was wanted for murder in montana. I said no, but the snow is murderous in montana. He wished me a safe trip home. I mumbled that it’ll be a very safe and long trip.
It’s late and I wish I’d written earlier. That way I’d have the motivation to write about some good ways of communicating with police, but I’m tired and just want to curl up. I’m grateful I took the time to write today at all. I’m grateful to my animals. I’m a little blown away but grateful about Garland’s surprise at my age; he thought I carry myself more like someone in her mid 30’s-40’s. I know that its perspective and perception and maybe some skew in it, but it still sounds like a compliment to me.
At this point my eyes are closing in me, but I will write tomorrow. Almost passed out typing nonsense…..
Loving you!
Matilda the Bugus 