You don’t really know what quiet is until you’re sleeping alone in the basement of a cottage in the country. Claire’s not here and I’m lonely without her. I need someone to chat with before I go to sleep! I’ll get used to it, and it might be good for me? Actually keeping up with things on my “to do” list seems more likely now that I’m on my own more.
The drive up here didn’t seem to take as long as usual. Maybe I’m finally used to the long hours in the car after 21 years of driving to Canada. Anthony and his family are here as well. He’s leaving early to skateboard across Newfoundland for charity. I’m bummed that I won’t have my buddy here, but I know skating is what he loves and he’ll have an amazing time. So there go my two wing people! (Claire and Anthony).
After dinner Anthony built a little bon fire (which by the way he is the pyro king) but for some reason I must have some sweet blood streaming through me because the flies were on me tonight despite the smoke. They bit through my sweat pants and underwear twice to get some of my bum. After some catching up talk and getting fed up with the flies Tomie, Philip, Maria, Anthony and I played a few rounds of cards- drug dealer and “bumhole” aka asshole. Say hello to your future president thank you very much! I had Anthony stand on his porch to watch me walk through the little pathway in the woods between his bungalow and mine.
Well I might as well start the country life early and go to bed now so that I can wake up fresh in the morning for a nice swim.
Dear bugs who I’m sharing the basement with, please don’t crawl, land, or snack on me tonight!!! You’re space is on the floor all the way near the door and mine is in the corner protected by the pillows.
Sincerely,
The unadjusted suburban girl, Amanda
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