Friend Valentina said today that she and her fella were going to come tomorrow and put up a clothesline for me. Haven't had one since the big blow, and have failed thus far to get anyone to put one up. But maybe tomorrow. I like to hang wet rugs and such on a clothesline.

I want them to put it in the backyard where I can see it from my kitchen window. I'm country to the core, and like looking out and seeing the wind flapping towels on the line. It is a satisfying feeling.
Oops--I don't have any clothespins--note to self--get to Dollar General and see if they have any.

Other news: There's been a notice in the paper that next Thursday there'll be meetings in the towns all around about the state enlarging Highways 15 and 57 (up from the Coast past us) to help with evacuation routes during hurricane season. These meetings are to tell us whose homes may be taken by imminent domain to build the highway through.

I hope the officials who do these meetings will have maps so everyone will know what to expect. Right now there's only speculation and conjecture about whom may be affected. I live smack dab between the proposed routes. One day if my home and land aren't taken for the highways, I still may be sandwiched between busy interstate roads. Nothing stays the same, does it?
I can't complain though. I've had many years of peace and quiet and nature around me. But I hope I'm gone from this life before the roads come.

Whoa! Just received notice from the anti salt dome DOE project comittee that the government is right now considering allocating 20 billion dollars to this boondoggle that will destroy a river and the environment of south Mississippi. It won't go away. The bastards will do it no matter what anyone says--yes, I'm talking about the elected officials in Washington and our spineless congressmen and the rest of the fools in D.C.


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