For those of you waiting, maybe even holding your breath, for the continuation of the Yosemite adventure. You'll have to keep holding it. It's not coming. It's not even in draft.
Granted there are several more days of exciting tales and encounters with blundering idiots, especially the fools on the Ranger walk at the Sequioa grove, but it's going to take some coffee gift cards and maybe a balloon with a smiley face or a rainbow on it to help me finish retyping the handwritten version.
For now you'll have to enjoy the above pithiness (pithy has to be my all time favorite word, well other than penchant and sentient) and keep the home fires burning for yourselves.
-CityGirl
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Lest your readers become habituated* to cliff hangers, I must urge you to continue the story! Although I will not give in to your demands for caffine and floating smiley faces, perhaps this song will be enough to motivate another post:
Black socks*, they never get dirty.
The longer you wear them the blacker they get.
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* Excerpts from the New Yosemite Collegiate Dictionary:
Habituated - to loose interest; to become less sensitive to stressfull or annoying stimuli.
Black Socks - A melodic, informational, and repetitive song about bats.
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