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rnkt
Personal Journal
1-12-18 Fri.
-are here in prison. At least it wasn't raining. :) I like going for walks in the rain, but standing around in it or working in it—not so much.
They said it was going to be foggy this morning, but it's clear outside my window. Hope it stays that way. Let it be foggy tomorrow. I have to work Thurs. :l Fridays are my days off.
1-13-18 Sat.
Daydream
The lowering sun slows across my path, sparkling on the lake and radiating peach tones across my canvas. I sit in my open tent doorway, feet freed from shoes, my dogs laying to each side of me. James's tent sat beached up on the bench to my left, and Tim's tent straight across on my right. Our tents surrounding the lake, dust slid over our camp, our dogs, my love, and I retired to our sleeping bags and popped the stakes.
As Jeannie and I desperately held onto our tent and reset the stakes, the full moon created a rainbow in the withdrawing rain clouds. The moon rainbow made the disrupted sleep and wet socks totally worth it.
1-14-18 Sun.
Baby got her blue jeans on~♪
I've been feeling better the last few days. Hands still hurt (fingers), but my mind seems better. Cold in the cell. Foggy outside so another day of cell time. I've even been working on a painting of the Big Sable lighthouse in Michigan circa 1867. Working slow, but it's coming out nice.
Nothing ever happens around here anymore. One day is pretty much like all the ones behind it. I never hear from anyone, so I'm alone in this little world of mine.
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