My first days here, my one leg had been bitten all up by a mosquito. My acne was florescing from my chest all up my neck. A monster preventative summer maintenance, pre-departure session of weeding in New Jersey, plus days of driving with my seat forward and legs folded up like I like, plus a couple nights balled up, too cold, in fetal positions, in motels: all had knitted my back up tight, stabbing the knitting needles in one special spot in my left scapular area for safekeeping, and, most severe, shortened my hamstrings at least four inches a piece.
I was spotted with sores, obviously limping, and moving slowly. I looked diseased. Disease would have been any reasonable person's explanation.
Just when I was meeting new people every day, making tons of first impressions, and needing people to trust me right away. Even though I talk funny, don't know the social/conversational etiquette here, don't have kids and am not married (or divorced), and don't have family or a job drawing me here. These last deficiencies perplex people at best. Some even seem wary.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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