Figgy,
Thanks for meandering around my dank thread! There are wonderful salespeople out there, my father was one of them(even though insidious, lying and treacherous) but this job is straight commission....sink or swim. Hard to imagine at this point because I am flaying as it is currently.

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collecting leaves and visiting the library and making graveyard rubbings


Did you actually mention the forbidden? Graveyards and rubbing? I have always been in love with graveyards and the history and peace it provides! In fact that is where I learned how to play harmonica, playing to the spirits and the peace. Strange...maybe...but I love quiet and peace....not turmoil and angst.
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Our house is always open to you so whenever you feel a tug, let us know and we will roll out the air mattress, fire up the grill and buy some good beer

I appreciate your welcome but the grill has been fired up for a long time now I just want to get off. As far as feel a tug, I have been feeling that perpetually, so no unfamiliarity there. No air mattress will be necessary, I keep one in my trunk in case my kids and I happen to a mountain lake.
I will try to gather what is out there, sense of self or maybe just maybe peace.....