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Paydirt, a nickname for gravel with a high concentration of gold and other precious metals.

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The days are getting longer inch by inch but the winter blah’s have taken over and gotten the best of me.  Each day I make a pilgrimage to the boat for at least one small project.  Today’s project is to retrieve a letter written by Lyle Hess for a future post.

The outside world rushes by and life slowly marches on but not without meaning.  I’m recharging my batteries and as all areas in my life the simple things rule my day.  Making fire, plucking my ukulele strings, my Fixie needs attention as do my legs and my ever expanding Jabba The Hutt belly.

I have always believed that knowledge is power and while I am not power hungry I am knowledge hungry.  Sifting through the internet for good writers is like panning for gold.  They are out there but finding them takes time and patience.  The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is well worth doing battle with the leprechauns.

My winter hibernation is a time to rest my weary bones from the non stop insanity that plies my life the remaining 9 months of the years.   There will always be time to finish my chores but these days are about relaxing, rejuvenating and recharging.  When I visited one of my favorite writers today, Windtraveler,  I received a huge gift from yet another of my favorite writers, Fatty Goodlander.  Talk about paydirt, two of my all-time favorite writers and all in one place, now that’s killing two birds with one stone.

“It was like walking into a treasure trove of books, hoarded by pirate librarians.” 

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