acreages.

right now, i am a week ahead of myself. my dreams are years ahead. however, i would be contented with a seven day time jump.

the potential opportunities on the horizon may be daunting to some, especially at this age, however, they are all i could ever want. a steady paycheck doing something i love to do, working with good people, the ability to finish my "education" outside of the classroom, and a million other things.

if it all falls into place this week, i can quit looking acreages on-line and start actual tours. i want a barn to sweep, roofs to thatch, wells to turn, and woods to walk through. i want a deep freeze in the basement filled with recently caught fish, last winter's venison, and any matter of other things. i want a gun cabinet stocked with the means to keep any zombie Apocalypse at bay.

i want walls to paint, wiring to install, and projects to build. i need mulch to lay, grass to mow, and trees to plant. i want to show the preservation of john muir paired successfully with the conservation of gifford pinchot on the upper woodlands of the midwestern plains.

there is so much swimming in my head, i can only hope to have the chance. that's all i'm looking for, and a week from now, i will know. so, i'm keeping my fingers crossed and my lips mumbling in hopeful anticipation.