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A new day. A new life continues.

Missouri!  Beautiful state.  Cool arch.  Xena went up and down twice.  She couldn't get enough of it.  I'm glad we're out of the big city.

4th of July weekend.  The campgrounds are overflowing.  Mostly nice people here.  They don't ask about adult persons.  We've been camping here in the middle of Missouri all weekend and will stay for awhile.  Xena bought us actual swim suits so we'd fit in with the crowd.   Surf's up!  All we need is a surf board or a boogie board and we'd fit right in out in California.  She bought herself the smallest bikini she could find.  Pretty nifty.

I finished the latest farm yesterday and have started landscape.  Can't get enough of the land.  The land is good by itself, but even better with man made buildings on it.  Kind of benefiting each other if done right.  It seems that a lot of better farmers and ranchers around here are conservationists. It's a green land environment.  The farms that are kind of small, inside the mile roads, are land friendly.  The people are people friendly also.  Kind of working class stewards of the earth.  I read that somewhere.

I'm still reading that Lord Byron.  I've been reading Childe Harold's Pilgrimage.   Kind of confusing, kind of beautiful, kind of sad, one phrase stood out.

   In my youth's summer I did sing of One,
   The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind.  From the Canto Third.

One?  Xena has deep thoughts about the One.  Maybe because of the troubles she had with that church back in the mountains.  I don't know.  I think that she's more like the wandering outlaw.  Ha.  She gave me a Ipod last week.  I don't ask.  I listen to iTunes all the time now.  I like the radio.  It's on right now.

It ain't me you're lookin for    babe

Someone who'll close his eyes for your

It ain't me babe      go melt back into the night  babe

Kind of a sad song.  I called Xena "babe" this morning,  and she answered by telling to close my eyes and she kissed me on the nose.  "You could be my Sonny," she said.

Anyway, the iTunes radio is playing constantly.  We change stations at a whim.  It seems that Xena is even more than I thought.  More people in one.

Wide open spaces in Missouri.  We went through some small mountains but a lot of it is kind of flat. 

A lot of music in the camp ground.  This isn't one of the festivals that Xena says we're going to, but the 4th weekend is pretty musical.  We play along with the iTunes, with each other, with YouTube, and some of the people around.  Tonight there'll be lots of music according to Xena.  I think that she'll play and sing, I'll just play.  I never learned how to sing.  Maybe during this year Xena will teach me.  I asked her and she just laughed and said Sonny never could carry a tune.  I don't know what she's talking about half of the time.  I'll learn.

Xena says I should write first thing every morning before we do anything else.  Can't see it.  Who would want to do that?   I'll do pretty much whatever she wants, but write before we travel or do anything else? Who knows, she's probably right,  not probably. 

We've been doing exercising every morning all week.  Xena says she doesn't want me to get too geeky.  Hell, I don't have any fat on me.  Neither does she.  She's had us walking for 5 minutes or so, then running (jogging) for about forty minutes,she picked up a girls watch with a timer on it, and times us as we walk then run then walk again.  It's been lasting about an hour.  She seems pretty serious about this exercise.  We'll see.