I chose to write today and I'm not yet sure why. There is no news. Things roll along on Pittman Road as they've done for years. We went camping at Plum Point over the Memorial Day weekend. It was ok but not as much fun without my friend, Sandy, who I lost last year to cancer. Plum Point was always our favorite spot in our world. In our world is a strange way to put it, but true. My world now consists of my animals, plants, homeplace, and family. My boys, mainly. My husband, although each day is like the last day of our relationship. I guess that's one of those things caused by the conditions caused by the careless upbringing I received. I don't use that reason as an excuse for things I do, but there is a direct connection. I have studied the conditions and their causes and the results. I would not be so sure to say it if I wasn't pretty sure about what I am saying. 

Tommy and I watched a show on ID channel last night kinda late. It was about a serial killer. I can't recall his name but I plan to find out and study him a little. Supposedly, he is the killer of Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend in the home of O.J. Simpson. O.J.'s trial took up many hours of t.v. time back in the '90's. I worked at Panola Mills at that time and remember the news on my walkman of the chase through the streets that he led the cops on. I am surprised they are trying to raise suspicions that this serial killer had anything to do with it. I never really thought O.J. was guilty anyway. 

Another show I saw today that I've seen before...Monsters and Mysteries in America. My favorite episode, it is the one about the Chupacabra, the "goat man" and the Civil War soldiers, the undead, of Palmetto Battlefield in Texas. My husband thinks I'm absolutely crazy for believing this sort of thing. I think he's absolutely crazy for not believing that we would be an arrogant race to think we are the only intelligent inhabitants of this earth and this space...