Like Scrubbing Bubbles, But EVIL

Days Walking - 72

That's right Sports Fans, it's another exciting Rest Day!
Let there be much darning of socks, mending of poop tents, scrubbing and air-drying of undies. And let's not forget the ever-popular snow-bath, where you get to rub jagged ice crystals on your smelly parts! Why are the smelly parts always the most sensitive ones? Why??

What I wouldn't give for a smelly elbow.
That would be a piece of cake to scrub.

Mmn, Cake.

We came across a trucker who'd crashed, in a minor way, into the snowbank on the side of the road. We sent Kwame of the Mad Charisma Skillz to approach and greet, and he was rebuffed in a most grumpy manner. I guess if I'd just banged up my truck, I would be kinda peeved too. The guy was alive and well, so it's all good. We just wanted to make sure he wasn't slumped over the wheel, bleeding from the eyes.

I'm supposed to talk to Dad's GF Joann tonight during the "I'm Still Alive" call home tonight. I don't really know what to say... The only things that are coming to mind are curt, abrupt, unkind questions.

I'd better make a list of polite things to say to her tonight, things that don't include "How Do I Know You're Good Enough For My Dad?" or "When Did You Get Out of Prison?". I really don't like being so far away from him while there are romantic goings-on. He oh so desperately needs my guidance, you see. He's just a big kid.

Jake and Anneli have begun diplomatic endeavors, which is heartening. It's like a little robin's nest that I get to watch from my patio, as the eggs incubate with promises of tiny chirpings, fragile young feathers flicking in anticipation of flight. Jake brought her breakfast this morning! It was a sweet overture that will no doubt lead to further talks, perhaps even a summit which will surely lead to a ready climax.

Golly, word-play is fun. It's almost a form of mental masturbation. Is that why I find it soothing? I've found blogging (even in the voice-mail format) very cathartic, and getting feedback from the world is a sweet and reassuring thing. Everyone has been so helpful and encouraging, and it's been a big help to me. Y'all Rock!!

The group is still enjoying a healthful glow. Be afraid, be very afraid. Something Wicked This Way Wends, I tells ya. Plague! Famine! Pellagra! Accidental Orgy Syndrome!

My cousin Terry just got engaged! She's my age. Well, she's already 21, actually. She's going to be married. She's moving forward with her life and her career - well, at least she's in school, and what am I doing?

I talk big, but oh yeah, a freakishly long hiking trip is gonna look great on the resume. Terry will have kids and a house and a dog, 2 PhD's, and a Nobel Peace Prize while I'm still trudging in the middle of freakin nowhere.

Hey speaking of procreating, one of Church's doggies had puppies! Sigh. No matter how early and often the scrubbing ice crystals (like the scrubbing bubbles, but EVIL) burn my nether-regions, I need to remember life goes on. Like with Terry. I hate her so much!! Love. I meant Love. I do, really. Best of Luck to her. Grrrrr.

Litany Webb, signing off

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