WAG - A Return from Self-Exile
Hello. Long time no see.
I return to the keyboard after a prolonged hiatus brought about not by vacationing or a busy nightlife, but by poison ivy.
After all my bragging about the various inventions modern man has used to gird himself against the threat of the vile vine, it makes sense that I would catch a major case of what is the true wacky weed (name another plant that can make you feel as crazy after being exposed to it).
From neck to wrist to ankles. Yowser.
I am stretched out on the couch for the first time in about a week, for previous fear I would pass along my suffering to family members. I only afforded myself the luxury of lounging in wooden furniture (fortunately an abundance of rocking chairs have sprung up in our household as my parents transferred funds previously used to pay for my messes (medical and/or repair bills) into antique furniture.
I’ve also spent a lot of time stretched out on the floor, but not on the couch until tonight (and even now, I have my thickest comforter cushioning me from direct skin-to-couch contact.
I’ve been kept from posting and emailing (I nixed the idea of writing it and giving it to my sister out of the dual fear that ONE) I’d transfer oils to her through the paper and TWO) She’d find my writing so ridiculous she’d laugh so hard she couldn’t finish any update I’d assign her.
I took some days off from work to heal (since as my boss told me, it’s harder to get better when you keep re-exposing yourself every day). I bought (and watched) season one of C.S.I., read Harry Potter in a single day (in two 5 and a half hour sittings [I wanted to do in one, but after picking up the book shortly after midnight, and reading several hours, my concentration began to lag for being up over 24 hours – and one wishes to have all their wits about them when reading Harry Potter and the Agitated Male Adolescent.”]), and read over a half dozen other books and magazines.
I got back to work today. Slaving away at the Department of Conservation – Forestry Division is my act of penance for helping to murder all those trees back at The Missourian.
Though after a week of doing campsite maintenance, I think I’ve cut down nearly enough trees to have equaled many a Special Edition printings, but I only have a week more to go before returning to my beloved moth trapping duties.
I miss my ever-present radio, air conditioning, and ability to go weeks without getting sawdust in my hair. This is the time of year when I get to most appreciate my regular conservation duties.
[Pardon me as I break to apply more calamine lotion. The ivy has nearly all cleared up (as proven by a doctor’s visit I took today to placate my parents, but one I thought was no longer necessary), but there’s still some spots lingering around the edges. That and after using so many gallons of the stuff, my skin is so dried out it’s hard to tell what is an itch caused back plant or merely lack of moisture].
There’s so much more I’d like to write tonight. Lord knows I’ve been composing countless rants over the last several days with no outlet to let them pour out from (Like the annoying waits in doctors’ offices or the songs that you haven’t heard in years that come unbeckoned to you [or am I the only one who has had the old Nickelodeon “Clarissa Explains it All” theme playing in their head? Alright…]).
I’d write more tonight except for two things. One, I still have another day of killing trees (to help the environment) tomorrow. Second, I have a dollar bet with my girlfriend that I won’t stay up till 1:00 a.m. to get all of this done.
I’m a poor college student… No, actually I’m an in-between semesters college student; which means I have a little money (which, if I recall the rudimentary math skills that haven’t forsaken me, is more money than the zero I typically carry around with me), but I know to pick up extra cash when I can.
So I ask forgiveness for those who have checked up on the site over the past few weeks to be disappointed by nothing new happening. For those of you who never noticed any gap in updates…you were lucky this time, but try to work on that, will ya?
Have a good day, all.
I’ve got to go make plans on how I’m going to spend that new dollar.
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