I agree we are definitely pack creatures. I've gone a week totally alone when I lived in Maine but by the 7th day, I was packing my camping stuff and heading back to people. I'll admit the first 3-4 days it was incredible being one with nature, watching the chipmunks and the deer. I took my kayak out on the lake and took lots of pictures.
I feel like the perimeter with my sons all the time. Thankfully, we reside with our daughter so we do a lot together. Other than deviled eggs and a spiral ham we don't do much for Easter, the granddaughter is 12 and over the Easter bunny. She does enjoy having jelly beans and chocolate. We do generally go for a walk together which is usually at Red Rock Canyon, it's so pretty.
I think many of us harden our hearts after being betrayed, I know I did. It took a long time for me to trust Vic and to fall in love again. Sadly, there are times I'm still uneasy .
I admit, each day I grow more and more confused. Why take a stable economy and throw it into chaos? I keep waiting for some justification of the actions that would make sense.
My husband takes his phone everywhere. He gets so frustrated with me because I always keep my phone in vibrate mode and if I'm not near it I don't hear it. I use my phone more for pictures than actual phone calls. My Iphone takes incredible pictures and a lot easier to carry with me than my Nikon.
Like your hubby when I am out walking I do carry my phone so they can find me if needed. This growing old isn't what I was led to believe.
I live in a land down under
Where long before white man arrived,
The bush was a place of pure wonder,
And the natives were sure not deprived.
They dined everyday according to season,
Rare were they short of a meal.
They lived in a state of perfect cohesion,
Could choose on the day whatever appealed.
If they felt like a steak or big pot of stew,
They’d go on a hunt for a day, maybe two.
Bring back a fish, crocodile, kangaroo,
Or if smart enough, an emu or two.
Its oil had numerous uses
The meat was roasted on coals
Yams cooked in the juices,
While they sat, Dreamtime stories were told.
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