Hi, Gang.
Well, the arbitration went well yesterday. I was loveable and articulate, and the goons were loutish, brutish, and said stuff like, "She don't git it." an' stuff like that, and stuff. And the arbitrator was named Feld - which made me feel very A-list in the room. I think I'll prevail. But, I accept my Fate! whatever...
Hey, Jed - Jane told me you asked where on Hwy 2 I liv up here: Mt. Index Riversites, 4 miles o' bad road offa Hwy 2, just West of Index. A cabin on a stream in a lovely forest. But sometimes I am without water (bummer) for long periods of time, after a storm knocks my pump out. I learn to love the part of civilization where you turn the tap, and water just spills into a sink, and you can fiddle with a handle, and make it come out hot. That just knocks me out!!
As it is, I've been melting snow in 5 gallon buckets, and heating it up in a 2 gallon soup pot on the woodstove, to wash in. Oh, ain't she jes' the cutest little thang. Chop wood, carry water. As long as there's internet and TV, what care I?? Oh, happy day!. bye, p