I think I’m re-charging batteries.
When I have all my pre-fall work completed and have finished this last book I’ve nibbled upon, I do have a short story or so I feel qualified to fib about – the gentle word is fiction. I have a couple of fiction stories I feel the urge to write.
Right now I’m engaged in ciphering what the actions my near neighbor is engaged in mean. His relations have deserted him; his “friends” (read substance sellers) have been doing weird things and he has cleared his transportation (he drives a lawn tractor about the village) of all the containers he hid the substances within while serving his clientele .
It will be fascinating to watch, over the winter months of little work, his gradual re-entry into the drug mule he is, once this spate of “getting clean” has run its course. Oddly, I hope he stays clean this time, but hold little hope that boredom will allow him.
I put out two game cameras set on the night mode over the past three weeks. They’ve given me some rather interesting picture. Not many of them, but interesting. They’ve also surprised several folks of near neighbors circle and, as the cameras are easily portable, set off flash lighting at odd places around the property. They can also be placed wherever, easily, and have very good resolution over surprisingly long distances. Each carries a serial number, and are cheap enough to allow a number to be purchased.
Small towns can be the pits sometimes.
Especially on those that build their lives on the wrong side of the line. That wavering from one side of it to the other is thing that sets folks teeth on edge – they don’t know how to treat you from their life learned responses to stimulus.
Unless you get religion, and attend church. It isn’t enough, once fallen to resurrect only your self. You need assistance.
From the reaches,