I definitely live north of you. I’d rather not publicly share my exact location but I will say this. I can stand on the roof of my house and see Arkansas.

And yeah...we had a brief Indian summer for the last couple of weeks up here then boom...lots of rain. Earlier this week it got fairly concerning . We live on a lake and had to rush the boats out of our boat house and the hubby’s dad’s house before the water got too high to get them safely out. As it was, I had to putter at a “no wake” speed for the quarter mile or so to the closest good landing to avoid creating wakes and damaging docks with boats tied on them. Going slow in a big ski boat draws attention and where we live, everyone knows who you are by your boat. It’s like high school all over again. So, ball cap firmly in place, sunken as low as I can and not get nasty, dusty boat seat on my clothes, there I went. Might as well have had Roman candles shooting out my ears. Heads peeping up from gardens, back porches, kitchen windows. It’s (*****)’s boat! Arms come up in the southern beauty queen parade wave...ugh. Peopleing...even from a distance. I can sit and write - describing myriad emotions, complex dialogue, danger, fear, adrenaline fevered thoughts and actions but I start to shake just driving a friggen boat slowly past the neighborhood. My life is a strange juxtaposition, that’s for sure.

But...today was a good day. I accomplished an outdoor thing with zero complications and no Peopleing required.