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I FEEL FLOATY.  I'M ADRIFT ON A SEA OF POSSIBILITY.

I FEEL 8 YEARS OLD.  WE HAD A CABIN IN FELTON, ZAYANTE CREEK ROAD.  WE'D DRIVE UP FRIDAY NIGHT AND RETURN HOME SUNDAY NIGHT.  DAD BOUGHT US A PLASTIC BOAT BIG ENOUGH FOR MITZI AND ME.  I MADE A PLYWOOD PADDLE HAND CUT WITH DAD'S SAW AND SANDED.  AILEEN GOT IN IT ONCE AND WAS SO FUNNY WHEN IT STARTED TAKING ON WATER SHE JUMPED UP AND TRIED TO JUMP OUT TO LAND TRIPPING ON THE EDGE OF THE BOAT AND LANDING IN THE CREEK.  MADDER THAN A WET HEN.  DAD TRIED RAISING TROUT FROM THE FISHERY IN A CEMENT POND BUT THE RACCOONS ATE THEM.  THEY GOT TIRED OF THE DRIVE AND MAINTENANCE AND SOLD IT AFTER A COUPLE YEARS.  OUR CLOSEST NEIGHBORS HAD A POMERANIAN DOG.  THERE WAS A HAZELNUT TREE.  NOT EASY TO PICK WITH THISTLES.  AND BLACKBERRIES WITH THORNS.

AND COLD LIKE NOW.  BAY LAUREL TREES ALL AROUND.

LUNCH WAS DRIVE-PICK UP IN THE BACK PARKING LOT.  WEIRD.  MAYBE 'CAUSE IT'S CLOSER TO KITCHEN.  IT WAS QUINOA AND FISH TAKE AWAY.  INSTEAD OF RINSING JAMIE OLIVER COOKS QUINOA IN LOTS OF WATER AND DRAINS IT.