*Attempt No.: 2* *Attempt No.: 3* **Attempt No.: 4**
Aside from the bad luck I had in making this post, apparently I have been suffering from a disease
Summeritis is normally contagious to only high school and college students. It is not considered to be passed on to those who have jobs during the summer (and the rest of the year). The only known cure for Summeritis is full-time employment.
Thanks to Ed for enlightening me! It could have been as a result of that revelation, my inability to recall an entire day that had passed or spending another entire day IN BED that I realized I needed to be cured. What seemed like a ridiculously long summer break was now shattering before my eyes. Seemingly mocking me and making me aware that the final (possibly forever) year of my education was about to begin. Alas I have no job but I figured that my dearest blog that I’ve neglected for so long ought to be the project that would get me out of my shell . well that and fitting 50llbs worth of food in my suitcases.
…And so, I continue with my St. Elizabeth Tour
Rain Rain go away, for a second I was quite taken by the Milo Bath that Holland Bamboo had become overnight! Top left – a boat sets sail to give yet another tour on the Black River
The hills, the hills, the gorgeous hills of many places we drove past during our travels
Once upon a time this was a vibrant area as the rail line passed through, bringing much needed business to the community. Now on an ordinary day, three or four people casually sit by what could be a shop, looking out? Perhaps for a strayed vehicle whose owner did not realize that the ‘main road’ abruptly stops in front of a house. Almost on the border of St. James and St. Elizabeth is Stonehenge, the place, I later learned, where my grandmother grew up!