Papa and I went duck
hunting I drove the ducks
to papa he kild one I kild 1 canvas-
back on the wing and two golden
eyes and one goldeneye a setting
Mamma, papa and I went
to town with the beef in
the afternoon. I sawed the
beef down the back. We got 14¢
a lb. It weighed 250 lbs.
hunting I drove the ducks
to papa he kild one I kild 1 canvas-
back on the wing and two golden
eyes and one goldeneye a setting
Mamma, papa and I went
to town with the beef in
the afternoon. I sawed the
beef down the back. We got 14¢
a lb. It weighed 250 lbs.
Laid low again by yesterday's forays. I think about what an effective weapon bio-terrorism could be. It's hard to want to fight when you're sick. It's hard not to just rollover and give up. But maybe that's a personality thing. Marian, fought sick for three years. Marian didn't rollover. One week of the not-anthrax flu and I'm standing on the brink of couldn't care less.