Even with Ivy League degrees and all the social blessings, Environmental Science and Conservation are dicey careers. It remains far more profitable to destroy our Spaceship Earth than to heal or care for Her.

For a gutter rat from the underbelly of the U.S. agricultural system? Who am I kidding? I wasn't able to finish High School, much less gain the respect of governing bodies.

But, here I am near the Old River Control Complex, feeling like a run-away-housewife again. It's more than a feeling. The evidence is in my previous posts. Don't even want to admit I have access to hubby's corporate gain, much less use it to rent a boat. I think I still have access. Fact is I have been running on the stash from my VA disability pension. It ain't much to go on. For all I know, hubs has started the divorce games and I am already cut off. Don't much care. His foundation is Big Texas Oil and selling family farms to international investors. It never has settled well with my conservationist senses.

The impoverished ag-center nearest the complex doesn't have any 5-star accommodations. I am currently sitting in a room in the local crack house, typing by the glare of a bare bulb, trying to figure my next move.

Support needed. My support dog's fur can't hold any more tears.