by Diane Wilson
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Well, the most I’ve been challenged today is this Texas norther that blew through yesterday, nearly taking my tent with it, then dipping the weather down in the high 40’s. That’s cold to my Texas thinking. I had five different sorts of covers last night. Two quilts. One that the Vietnamese-American community gave me yesterday. I didn’t even take my boots off last night. Tonight looks like another night where I burrow down like a rabbit. No pride here. A rabbit.
I’ve got my solar panels going, but it’s tough generating anything when the sun hasn’t shown its face. I spent some time in the truck with the heater on. I sure wouldn’t go shrimping on a day like this. But those poor oystermen take on these days like it’s a picnic. Well, maybe not a picnic, but it doesn’t stop them. So glad I’m not oystering or shrimping. I’m trying to wait out that worker shift so I can video what it looks like. I heard them leave last night around 4 am and it sounded like the Daytona 500. And 50 feet from my blow-up mattress. It would wake the devil.