Dear Reader,
Wasn't that a certain no-brainer question asked of me, late Sunday afternoon. Don't you just love men with brilliant deductions. Kant, was right how the human brain breaks-down information. I was asked; if Wendy doesn't come by and get the packaged-up pass-out information about the fort for Common Man? I bet you'll put them in the car and bring them over, won't you? Then, (before I can answer the question) she already knows you'll do it, without being asked. She sure depends on you, Charlene... Again, didn't have to say anything. One can assume: I won't let the director stumble. Some people, are just so thick-headed, they can't see the behind scenes in responsibilities you have to do in keeping the fort up and running! Said individual, doesn't know shit about business, you made the same deductions, by now? I also think it's also a case of jealous resentment in spending more time at the gift/book shop than with him, at his house. Sorry, the fort has priority in bringing it back up on line. Even, in denial of myself at times in self-sacrifice. I'm more worried how God sees me, than any of peoples' views of my Earthly works. I can hardly wait for you to do your office re-make over and place your flashier wall plaques on the walls. Invite that said individual in for a chat, to view them. I want the final satisfaction to make the parting statement: "she did pretty well for herself, as a woodchuck, ugh" ? Steady, wait for it. Last of The Moheicans!
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