I got my passport! It arrived very early. Now, where are we going? And who's paying? (The background is my new funky corduroy pants with the seams up the middle of each leg.)
So. My life has been subsumed by a 2.5" x 4" x .5" black blob called iPod, and I don't think I mind. Some far-too-generous friends got it for my birthday. I absolutely love it already, and I've barely scratched the surface of exploring what it can do. There are 600 songs, 934 photos, and 2 podcasts loaded so far. I'm using roughly .1% of the storage capacity. BWA ha ha ha ha....
(It is pictured with a background of my obnoxious VS flannel PJs. If you can, note the picture on the iPod screen - that's Hunky Mason! hee hee)
When we were at The Water Area, my good friend D convinced me to partake of the local "Native" tradition involving ankle bracelets. Apparently, it's like The Secret; if you have a wish and you tie the anklet on, and you do what you can to make clear to the universe that you have the wish (e.g. by displaying the properly-colored beads on the anklet), then around the time that the anklet weakens, frays, and falls off, your wish will be manifest.
Well, I'm all for that. And I'm superstitious as they come. Therefore, when we stopped at the (ohGodIcanhardlybelievewewentin) Indian Trading Post on our way out of town, I picked up not one but three ankle bracelets of a particular color. I tied them on, each with a different knot. (Just call me Grrr L. Scout!) And...waited. And waited. (And waited.) (And waited....)I'll keep you posted.
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