hey, it's June!

I just spent three days doing Grandma duty, which means no internet, no cell phone service, no TV, no radio, no junk food, and no trash can. Hey, having a trash can is more important than you think. But she somehow manages to get rid of all her garbage... Paper: in the wood stove. Plastic containers: washed and saved. Plastic wrappings: also in the wood stove. Vegetable matter: thrown over the bank. Chicken bones: I don't know and I don't want to know.

It's never that bad. The area is kind of primally beautiful... sometimes it reminds me of the Garden of Eden. I mean, we all dread going, but once you get there and decelerate from normal life at 65 mph to Grandma life at 5 mph, it's kind of relaxing. Unless you stay too long, and then you go crazy. Just ask my uncle who has lived there most of his life.