Travels

I came home today after my shift at work to find that the inside of my camper was covered in sand. I live on the banks of a huge river that flows swiftly and incessantly. The wind picks up of the river and blows sand at my humble abode all day. Constant dusting seems to be necessary or maybe I should listen to Neil when he tells me that a man needs a maid. Times are well- like a Dickens novel. Last night brought friends to my camper- good wine was sipped and laughs were heard. Even though there was reason to be swept up in the moment I still could not help but feel ennui at times gone past. I was reminded of late nights in my old camper where I taught under-age boys to smoke (that's a a tip of the hat to you Sarah). Sigh- those were the days, but my own stupidity glares true because these are the days also and I sometimes I can't enjoy them because of longing. I wonder if this will disappear, will I ever actually not long for what is past.
Not a whole lot new to announce- highlights include going to Salmon Arm soon for a wonderful looking festival, and reading a significant amount, also making new friends and significant memories with them. I am sorry Jordan and Sarah that I will be missing Folk Festival- be sue to have a drink for me. I have the next couple of days off and toyed with the idea of busing back for a 12 hour period and busing back but I must be conservative with my money.I don't really know what the "future" holds but I have realized that it will be me in the future and I will keep on making the stupid mistakes I have made already- so at least I have that to rely on. Any Questions?- Nat