I was a kid. I grew up in the countryside of Wisconsin. There were lots of wooded areas, rivers, creeks, pastures, lakes. Not so many people. So we neighborhood kids (make that all the kids that lived in our corner of town) loved to just Take Off and Go Explore during the beautiful summer days.
I remember that 1 time Mr. Bishop caught us under the bridge with a *dirty magazine*. My parents still don't know. I think I was 11 or so... ha ... well, anyway. We'd come home at dinner time and mom would be furious! Where Have You Been! she'd exclaim. I was perfectly justified in my own mind. I had every right to wander the countryside - climbing trees - braiding grass into matts - carving my current love status into saplings.
I have no excuse to you to the question, "Where have you been?" Busy? Um. Yeah-that's all I've got. Certainly not skinny dipping. Or climbing trees. Or finding beaver-chewed sticks magically become any type of imagined item - if I didn't carve it into a chain. And that dirty magazine is probably still under that rock under that bridge.
I'm thinking about doing another 'cast. I must really be thinking of it, because I have a notebook where I'm jotting ideas, and have found the "mystery pattern". I even -insert flattery here- imitated Dr. Gemma (cogKnitive) and bought a sexy red recorder just. like. hers.
I've also joined Twitter. I thought it would be stoopid. I mean, really, who cares if you're having lunch or whatever. But I like it. Lots. I get to see what my friends are doing. It's a snapshot of random thoughts. Fun, really. Plus, I kinda journal my fiber-progression there. Is that wrong? I hope not.
