Good morning, Daddy. Your day is a wet one. The little cot so kindly given, collapsed and dumped me awake to the swish of rain at 5. It was still dark so I showered in a stronger rainfall and managed to dry off under plastic just before the CSX train came by up on its high trestle. This sprinkling looks like an all day affair, so maybe you can throw some writing skills at me.
Well, that shows I don't know how weather works. 7 am and the rain has stopped/ There is a strong breeze at 40 feet high whipping the branches, yet calm at water level. Just enough light to tickle the trickle charger for the battery.
Cleared up so I walked to a hot shower at 11:30. The shelter ladies regaled me with the story of a 15 year old's attempts to hide the birth of her son from her father and mother early one morning not so long ago. Incredible tale.
A flea market salesman came by wanting to sell or trade a boat and trailer so he could buy an outdoor movie projector. He stayed for coffee and then move on.
Raining, again and again. Good night.
Well, that shows I don't know how weather works. 7 am and the rain has stopped/ There is a strong breeze at 40 feet high whipping the branches, yet calm at water level. Just enough light to tickle the trickle charger for the battery.
Cleared up so I walked to a hot shower at 11:30. The shelter ladies regaled me with the story of a 15 year old's attempts to hide the birth of her son from her father and mother early one morning not so long ago. Incredible tale.
A flea market salesman came by wanting to sell or trade a boat and trailer so he could buy an outdoor movie projector. He stayed for coffee and then move on.
Raining, again and again. Good night.
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