Hey~Howdy, Kidz! Come on up to my ‘Summer Kitchen’ deck where I got an ice-cold pitcher of sun tea fresh-made from this incredible ‘California Summer’ spell we’re havin’ here in the Great Whyte Northe! Beautiful day on the Island, ain’t it!
Turning around, you see the ‘Observation Deck’ that overlooks the ravine and Abbi’s Pond. Lilli, Ryatt & Abbi are standing in the ‘Summer Kitchen’, looking south, over the lower decks, towards the trailhead to Abbi’s Pond.
Looking southeast from the same spot in the ‘Summer Kitchen, you see the ‘Crow’s Nest’ where Ryatt chooses for his morning crow (I think he loves to hear his voice echo back at him from the ravine), where he greets the day and wakes the neighborhood each day.
This is the view of the ‘Summer Kitchen’ from the next lower deck, where I have my wash basin set-up. Note the black 5-gallon bucket that sets under the spigot, coming from my 770 gallon reserve of rain water….
So, I believe I left this Adventure story about the month of June in the first telling, didn’t I? Let’s flip thru the picture book and see what happened next….
After the triple homicide that cut my Animal Companion Family in half, and my 9-hour, 6 bus ride to the Village and back for my two pre-op appointments to repair the shattered calcaneous in my right ankle, that has kept me crippled-Chick since October last, I was beyond Destroyed about the never-ending tribulations that I seemed to be plagued with. about 6 June ‘14, I’d pretty much taken more than any one strong-ass Countrified Hippi Gyrl could manage on her own. Please don’t misunderstand me here, as I happen to have THE BEST Support system of a handful of folk around the globe that is constantly cheering on and encouraging me every single time I get slammed with a new ‘oh-shit’, but the number one prob with this scenario is that none of these ‘Rainbow Nation’ is close enough for the bare necessity of HUGS. Period. There are just some things in Life that REQUIRE Hugs. No foolin’. So, I did what any red-blooded American Gyrl would do when faced with fear, frustration and fightin’ back rage would do…..
I notified God that I was holdin’ Him accountable for His Kidz bad behavior.
Yup. I went there. And then I became Hater-, Quitter-Gyrl. Fukkit. Don’t giva sheit no more. Nope. Done. Go find someone else to take up that cross. And then, I did the second thing any red-blooded American Gyrl would do: I made ‘signs’.