This should be the tale of my thirtieth year.

8.14.2004

Dear deer

Almost every day I have been here, at least one deer has come right up to the house. You can yell at them and talk to them and they mostly just look at you funny. They will run off after a few minutes. They have devoured most of the plants from spring (along with the HOT, DRY weather). They love the apples falling off our tree. I hope they don't like the left over gassy eggs!

All afternoon the clouds have been building. It is very pretty to see them on the horizon, but they make me nervous. Out here they mean fire danger.

Must really get on with my paperwork, but this bug or whatever it is keeps knocking me on my butt! Eek.

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