Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
A group of us were walking along a shore trail, with a specific destination in mind. It seemed like a college campus. We were caught in the incoming high tide. I had my swimming suit on, so I took the opportunity to body surf. I saw a video of it later, and noticed that my bikini was on inside out. The beige lining made it look like I wasn't wearing anything. I was aware that I wasn't keeping the dress code, but I didn't really care.
We climbed a steep trail and came to a large house. We went inside and climbed the steps to the attic where the owners, who we clearly didn't know, had a stockpile of clothing and food. Jason picked out a pair of snow pants. He said he might need them on the return trip. I didn't want anything so bulky, so I took a pair of rain pants. Then I saw a ten pound bag of flour that I wanted and decided to take that also.
We went down the steps and were about to leave when we heard someone come in. Heavy footsteps made it sound like the person was in a big rush. The footsteps went to a different part of the house than we were in. I wanted to run out a different entrance, but Jason wanted to hide. I squeezed myself in the space behind a dresser in a dark corner only to realize that my head and upper body were showing. I looked up to see that anyone coming down the stairs would be looking straight at me. At that moment I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. I bolted from my poor hiding place, looking for another, but it was too late.
A goateed man asked me what I was doing. I explained that we needed to cross the mountain. He said little, sternly staring at me. "I found some rain pants," I faltered; "would it be okay if I took them." After an uncomfortable silence I added, "Of course I'll pay for them." Suddenly several people were waiting to pay at a makeshift cash register. The goateed man was putting on some kind of a show. I dumped the change from my wallet on the floor, counting out pennies and nickels. After waiting a while, I realized there was no longer a line and went up and paid. The flour was leaking everywhere.
Back on the trail, we stopped for a breather and I poked around on a side trail. A short distance away I found a beautiful spot with a view of both sides of the island. A woman passed us on the narrow trail. I pushed myself up tight against the brambles lining the trail to let her by.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I embraced the gift of a beautiful sunny day today and coerced jc into going for a walk around town. I was rewarded by seeing the first crocus opening.
A niggling problem was solved for me today. I'd made a few calls to the person with the answer, but when he heard my name he was suddenly unavailable. He inadvertently dialed my number today, intending to discuss me with a third party, and answered my question.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
There are those who believe that time is a wheel turning forever.
Which would mean that your moment will surely come.
Then, there are those who believe that time is a river.
If that's true, it's possible your moment has already flowed by.
I think that time is just time.~One-Who-WaitsNorthern ExposureSeason 4, Episode 13"Duets"
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
I'm looking forward to more movies from David Duchovny after this gem. It paints a picture of a vast range of human experience and emotion, riddled with clever wordplay and sensitive, emotional acting. Ultimately, Tommy comes to terms with the unresolved angst of his youth with the help of Pappass and "Lady". Highly recommended.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
As I left the house, I saw Paul filling some kind of tank from three Gerry cans. I instinctively knew that he was getting ready to blow up the whole place. I furtively went out the side door and around the side of the house and ran back down the lane to the car. When I got in the car, it was full of smoke. Mother was sitting in the driver's seat getting high, and she moved over so I could get in. I drove off down the lane. At the end of the lane was a six-lane superhighway. I wanted to make a left, but traffic was too heavy, so I made a right and drove a short distance before making a huge U-turn. I pulled into traffic behind a big box truck loaded with things. I was following so closely that I couldn't see anything bu the stuff in the back of the open truck.