Her old friend in Leesburg called up Monday and wanted to come over. She's been here two days now and is coming again today. Hey, it's interaction with peers, something she needs. Aieee. A house overrun with arguing munchkins. I can't hear myself think. But arguing girls are part of the genship world, so I'm doing my best to cope.
And then I went for chicken feed and did half the mowing. Three hours of mowing. I wear earphones to cut the noise of the tractor, but I was still wondering just how loud it was on my gen ship and if it were this loud, this continuous, would I be able to cope?
The crop of blueberries is indeed tiny this year. So far, I've just been throwing them into my yogurt. They're all fat and lovely from the rain, but just not enough of them. Will there even be one pie?
And now, back to genships, where there aren't blueberries or blueberry pies. Pity.
Meanwhile, Traci is in Tucson (alliterative). And she's petting horses. And learning to scoop large litter boxes. Well, it's only 5 am, so not just yet. In another couple of hours. I am so envious. No horses on the gen ship, either. Or at least, not in this story.
Frog Out
