Chapter 16 - Coconuts: Nature's Perfect Asswipe

Our day of rest. Foggy but warm out. We have managed to save a few bucks by eating only peanut butter and Wendy's chili and other veggies bought at the flea market. We will head north and hit a flea market or farmer's market somewhere, probably in Mt. Dora. Our spirits are high since looking at the magazines on beading and jewelry in Borders yesterday. Our stuff is top shelf and we will find our people. It may be online but we will find them.

Last night I walked the dogs in the huge field next to the Sams and suddenly was hit with an emergency need to crap. Too much fast food. It was bad and I wondered if I could take another step. I headed slowly in the direction of the waterway, a river of some kind that winds along the edge of the field, dark with the lights of houses on the other side. I made it to the tree line and let loose listening to the quiet conversation of a couple on their porch across the river. They may have heard me since they stopped talking. I had no paper on me so I reached out and used a coconut. It worked fine. There were a pile of them around me so I discarded that one and picked up another. That one worked well too. And then another. It felt like I had lightened my load by five pounds and I completed our walk in fine spirits.