I’m a little down and blue today. I’m feeling too domesticated, … to “gelded”. I think in a way I’m mourning the wild life I used to enjoy. My heart wants me to pull on my boots and strap on my pistol, grab a couple of good Buck knives and head off deep into the woods for a week or so. Words can’t express the feelings of freedom and living full and rich that surviving in the wilds can give to a man. I miss it, … and I mourn the loss of that life. Has it been a fair trade? I never knew how lonely my life was until Gerie came into it, … I never really enjoyed the quiet of sitting at home and listening to soft Jazz while the world spins on along it’s track. Yes, … when the house is quiet and warm and Gerie is snuggled under my arm next to my heart, I think it’s a fair trade, … but I wonder how many more days will be like today with the longing of that old freedom haunting me.
Sometimes it’s tough to be a man.

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