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I had a chair massage job at a spa party this evening. Not as many people showed up as the hostess was expecting, but I did make $45 and give out a couple of business cards.
And it got me out on a simply georgeous evening. My massage therapist couldn't take the job so she let me borrow her chair. I drove out to the farmhouse to get it. The farmer who rents their fields has bailed the hay, which sits in rolled cylindars in the fields. It was dusk at nine when I returned the chair. A pale reddish moon, almost full, floated in air thick with the pungent smell of hay. Fireflies winked as nighthawks cried. I waved to my neighbor sitting on his porch, enjoying the evening sky.
Only the lack of ominous looming kudzu vines reminds me that this is not my native upstate South Carolina, but Ohio. The farmhouse is home.
And it got me out on a simply georgeous evening. My massage therapist couldn't take the job so she let me borrow her chair. I drove out to the farmhouse to get it. The farmer who rents their fields has bailed the hay, which sits in rolled cylindars in the fields. It was dusk at nine when I returned the chair. A pale reddish moon, almost full, floated in air thick with the pungent smell of hay. Fireflies winked as nighthawks cried. I waved to my neighbor sitting on his porch, enjoying the evening sky.
Only the lack of ominous looming kudzu vines reminds me that this is not my native upstate South Carolina, but Ohio. The farmhouse is home.