Picture yourself in a boat on a river..... (sorry..Lucy in the Sky moment)
Picture Mount Hood. Now picture yourself standing at the base looking up with a shovel in your hand. Start digging one shovel load at a time. There are alot of rocks and hard clay. The weather changes in a heartbeat and suddenly you go from sun to baseball size hail. You know you have to keep digging. Your body says stop in agony but your mind knows you must keep pushing on. Your Full Throttle only takes you so far before you MUST resort to Tilt. Your muscles quiver and your head aches. The locals come to see what you are doing, yet have no shovels of their own. You believe you possibly have a broken bone in your pick axe swinging hand but pain is motivation, and you are not weak. Finally! Half the mountain is gone! You conquered Hood!
OK... maybe a bit of exaggeration, but not much...
The reason I have not been writing is because I have spent days digging in my yard to allow for a decorative retaining wall. I know... boring news. I have been so worn out at the end of the day that my fingies don't wanna type. My boss is a slave driver.
I don't like bird poop.
I'm also not a huge fan of Eggs Benedict. Happy National Eggs Benedict Day.
You know where eggs come from, ya?
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