This is not my general kind of post, though if you’ve followed me for some time you know I can take flights in many directions. This just seemed to fit my overworked status when I was looking for a way to explain my uncharacteristically missed daily posts. Enjoy a laugh on me…with some help from some other humorous and fun bloggers. By the way, it’s this photo that cracked me up to the point of having to share…sorry for the dark humor. Sometimes life is like that.
[Oregon Trail was one of my favorite games to play back in computer class in high school,
so finding a poem about it brought back fond memories of not finishing my class work
as I happily shoot buffaloes as everyone in my camp dies.]
Weather: hot. Health: fair.
Dear Diary, had to leave the baby
behind because she wouldn’t eat.
Sent Jon out to shoot a buffalo,
but he said they all looked so peaceful
he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Figures. We’ll all be dead soon
enough. Waiting for the Indian
to get here so we can cross
the river. June 15, 1848
Weather: still hot. Health: same.
Dear Diary, Chastity’s doll
drowned. She wanted to dive
in after it, but I reminded her
that she doesn’t know how to swim.
Dove in anyway. Another one lost.
Jon says he’ll skin us a buffalo
so we have something…
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