Happy Thanksgiving(s) Day
Having arrived back in St. Augustine and reclaimed our campsite (by sacking the roving band of homeless, whom had moved in, in a savage orange-fight)
Karrie has turned into quite the little home(less)maker...
She gets up as soon as there is enough ambient light in the morning to see and gathers wood "early enough so that nobody sees me." Then, the fetching of a pail of bath water from behind the Chinese place, where they have hot, mind you.
She will then and there, at the water-fetching spot, do the dishes and handle any minor laundry issues, like "rinsing stuff out." Then, upon returning to camp, pushing a cart full of wood, she starts a fire and heats the bath water and puts coffee on. Then she picks up all the cigarette butts and other trash and bags it up.
I guess I'm thankful for that.
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