Baby, the best part of me is you

Shady Acres is asleep for right now. I’m sure when my dad wakes up, we’ll be doing his honey do list. There’s only a few more things to do on it, so that’s a good thing.

It’s grey, windy and cold. It’s supposed to get wicked cold tonight. I’ll be closing my window almost all the way tonight, I put an extra blanket on last night. I’m not used to this cold. I’m sitting here, with numb toes, cold hands, and a frozen nose. If I was a smart man, I should’ve bought fall/winter clothes when I first got down here, but I didn’t. So I’m starting to pay for it. As a last resort, I have a sweater that I can put on if needed.

What am I going to do when it gets even colder? We’ll find out!

And I really miss Crystal. On days like this we’d be curled up on the couch watching movies and drinking tea. It’s harder on the grey days. We both feel terribly alone. I try really hard not to think about stuff like this, because then I’d have to explain to my mom why I’m crying on her couch. I put on my smile and say I’m ok. I just keep looking out the window like I’m expecting Crystal to pull up and honk the horn. Each night I fall asleep with the dream of pulling up to her campground spot and her running toward me. I miss her so so much 😢

And I know she misses me just as much. I just love her more than anything in the whole world.