When I’m Happiest

I am happiest when I am writing. It was no stretch to come up with that answer, so I wonder why I don’t do it more. I’m at our island camp for the next two weeks, with my lap top and kindle and I-phone, even though these things need charging and our only power source is a generator which we sometimes run sporadicaly during the day if there’s something that requires its use, and at night for the lights.

I was hoping I’d be able to steal an unencrypted signal from someone across the river but my brilliant son (who pays attention to these things way more than his mother does) suggested I pair my computer with my phone and use its network to connect and VOILA! Works like a charm. So there’s really no excuse for neglecting my blog while I’m here, except that I could be doing other island things like swimming (too cold) drinking (no worries, I can multi-task) and cleaning things up in the cabin because W and his buddies have had free reign here for quite some time and it could stand (as my sister pointed out) a woman’s touch.

We’re going to get a thunderstorm momentarily, so I can’t stay on here long. But I do want to point out that I’ve started to write ‘a power sentence for every year of my life’ although when I first saw that prompt I thought it would be too daunting a task to write over sixty sentences about my life. Mostly because I can’t remember what happened yesterday, never mind twenty and thirty years ago.

But it’s making me happy! Much too long for this plinky site, so I’ll do it only on my blog and it will make the time fly until my sister gets here, and then she can proof read it and let me know how screwed up I’ve gotten everything. On second thought, why ruin her holiday.

It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing, I’m always writing, even if it’s only in my head and purely for my own enjoyment. I know W is happiest here, out in the rain splitting firewood and cutting grass and whatever other crazy things he gets himself up to out there, thinking he’s imune to lightning strikes for all I know.  He’s more than willing to let me do whatever I please here too. Well, everywhere actually, so what could possibly make me happier than that?

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