Gosh I want to get rid of that inane “Hello World!” moniker at the top. What a bother. I’m not talking to the world. I’m not sure I’m talking to anybody, and I’m not sure I want to talk to anybody. I’ve felt that way most of my life. People are trouble, and more people are more trouble. I like people, though, because I feel sorry for them. I just don’t want them in my business, or knocking on my door asking for money. Its easy to love people from a distance. Its harder to love someone when you get to know them – I mean really know them. When you get past a person’s exterior you start feeling the currents of all the other stuff that has been hidden out of sight. Those currents are tricky, they can drag you to places you don’t want to go, and life jackets are not always provided. Getting wet too many times has made me very independent. 

I was at the Zumbro River today, watching its brown currents sweep away sticks and fallen leaves. I met an imposter at the Covered Bridge over the river. Someone who presented herself a certain way – falsely, it turns out, once I met her. I was a little angry, but more I just felt sorry for her. I spent time with her, was polite and cordial, and ended things at the appropriate time. She asked me to call her, and I told her to have a safe trip. That is one current I am going to avoid.