I am out in the barn every morning between 6:30 and 7:00. My great friend Keely, who I can talk to about everything and also absolutely nothing of importance, has been wonderful at breaking up my morning monotony by being my phone buddy. She was living in Vienna, Austria (still with a local number or the phone bill may have put us under) and with the six or seven hour time difference I was pretty much guaranteed not to wake her up. I looked forward to our AM chats and would save up all the uneventful or occasional eventful happenings from the day before to tell her. Keely, being the most awesome friend always intently listened or at least pretended to, to all my babbling and/or bitching about who knows what. She is one of those friends who just seems to understand all your problems and makes you feel not so crazy. A couple of months ago, Keely and her husband Paul decided to up and move to Tanzania (who does that). Communication is not so up to speed there and hence I have lost my morning call buddy. Although the pictures she emails from there are beautiful, I miss her and can't wait to hear her voice again. She should not fear being replaced not only because it will be hard to find another friend like her who can put up with all my bitching but also because I don't think I know anyone else up at that hour.
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That would be me but I don't think I'd be too fun to chat with.
Never have been a morning person and I'm still not despite being woken up somewhere between 5:00 and 6:00am for the past 3 years by a certain little boy.
It's madness in this house at that hour.
Well you MUST know that I miss our "afternoon" chats perhaps more than you! I mean, at least you are still cleaning stalls - I am trying to figure out this whole Africa thing without hearing your voice and getting your support - blah!!!!!!!!!
Well, as I say, we are still working on it - but it (meaning the attempt to figure out how to communicate with you) is getting old and I am getting frustrated. But fear not, I will continue.
Just know, that around 3 my time, I picture you picking Tyler's feet, washing off Pony, feeding the goats, and screaming at one or more of the dogs at one or more occasions!
I love you. I miss you. More than I can say.
Hope Ike is not headed your direction.
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