|The Glitter Globe by S. R. Karfelt|
- Hot Water. When it comes to choosing between hot loving and hot water, I might go with the former until I crippled myself, but eventually I’d cave like a snake in winter.
- My Nose. You cannot take a 21st Century nose and shove it mercilessly into the 18th Century Highlands and not expect it to run. If there are legs attached, that nose is heading for a world full of antihistamines, deodorant and toothpaste.
- My Hair. If you were born under a Big Hair Yeti Curse, you’d understand there is a maintenance schedule that must be adhered to. I’m not talking like Oh, wah wah I haven’t shaved in a week my legs are scratchy! I’m talking daily shaving or I run the risk of being darted and taking center stage at a Sasquatch festival. If I went a month without shaving, the entire Fraser clan would likely hunt me down and make a rug out of my pelt.
- Electricity. In this instance I have a frame of reference. At least two weeks a year I go without electricity and while I enjoy my time in the bush, I enjoy returning to civilization even more. You shouldn’t ever forget that electricity is magic, and don’t even get me started on the wonder of toilets that flush.
- The Supermarket. My Dear Hubby is a hunter/fisherman and I know how much work goes into it. I also live in the middle of farms and the Amish. Hunting and growing your own food is never ending work. I can see it happening from the windows in my office, besides I know in my heart I could love Jamie across time while I toss fresh tortillas, Pepper Jack cheese, and Avocados into my cart at Wegmans, just sayin’.
- Medical Care. Admittedly I won’t take any prescription drugs, and I tend to only loosely follow what the doctor tells me based on how Google feels about it, but I like having options should any of my hardware or software decide to revolt, and I’d want the same thing for my loved ones.
- Airplanes. Do you ever think about the fact that you can get on one of those and go anyplace in the world? Think about it.
- And I’m already married. The degree that would come into play when competing against Jamie Fraser from Outlander, would rest entirely on whether or not it was hunting or fishing season. Hey, just keeping it real.
|S. R. Karfelt|