I love doing my thing while someone else is in the room doing their thing. Like if you come over and you want to sit by the window and read while I sit on the floor drawing something and listening to a cd that would be very nice.
I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
For those who don’t know me, I currently live and work in Yosemite National Park. During the government shutdown I didn’t have to leave the park, so I had the whole park to myself, and I took full advantage of it! There were no tourists, hardly any rangers, it was just me and my fellow employees. The first day of the shutdown Melissa and I hiked to the top of Yosemite Falls and went to Eagle Peak to Camp. **Click on images to see the caption and larger view.**
There’s a winged liner “terminology” reference list going around and I decided to give them correct names.