Lake Lewisia #547

Given the choice between letting the trucker drive their bus just up the road to his farm, limping along on the grace of his deft touch with a wrench and a jug of water, or continuing to wait for a towing company capable of moving a bus all the way back to the last city they passed, it seemed obvious which suited them best. Minnie and Casey followed behind in his truck, and in the bus Shannon leaned up from the seat just behind the driver’s to watch every gauge and dial as the trucker coaxed the huffing, lurching bus into the cavernous shade of a tumbledown barn. The whole troupe spilled out then, whooping and hollering and spinning in the loose straw underfoot from the joy of an adventure, and if the trucker noticed the ambiguous bodies or the whirlwinds of dust that kicked up naturally around some of them, he didn’t seem inclined to question either.

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LL#547

Today's Keyboard Smash

Animal Croooooooooooooooossing~!

It's so nice when I have weekend days when I have a completely clear plan, and then I execute that plan effectively. In this case, the plan was to play AC as much as possible. I started playing as soon as I got up and have continued for most of the day. (I also went outside to be with mum while she rode horses, read some nonfiction, and cooked. I will permit these deviations from the plan, on the grounds that they were all lovely too.)

I am filled with a sense of success and general goodwill. I am blissful in my pointless but pretty virtual town.

I've also got, in the brickspace world, coreopsis and some sort of coneflower and dwarf godetia and snapdragons all blooming in the garden. That's pretty lovely too.

(I am, it seems, remarkably consistent in my interests.)