looking it over

I'm supposed to write about what i've done each day. Thankfully, i've had a few less than i did last night, so perhaps details will abound and convoluted pieces of think will put their feet up for an hour or two.

There's a dog next to me. Candace's dogface, Diliah Dee. She's chocolate colored, with a few white spots in between her shoulders. Two black nails on her left paw, three on her right. I think her ears are clipped...like cat ears. Big amber eyes, and a pit snout, where all the hair is rubbed away to show brown freckles around her nose. Wide set jaw like Luke Wilson. She reminds me of a pig, but i can't say why. She rode with Kent and I out to Opie's Kitchen on little grassy lake where we climb. Her back legs on the blue blanket in the back seat, her face on the console in between us. She's quiet. Kent says that the more human behind the eyes, the smarter they are. I think that also goes to say a little something about some people i know.

We climbed a little. Told Kent that there are less trials of error when you're more of a cocky asshole. I traversed the far rock we found when we first came out there in two trials. Maybe being cocky presents you with the challenge of having to put your ass where your mouth is.

Green abounds since the last time I was out there. The forest floor is covered with heart shaped leaves, some organically shaped puzzle pieces, the compass plant that apparently sends its leaf points out in direction towards the four navigational points. I argued that North was indeed not the direction that Kent suggested earlier. I often stand against his opinions just for the sake of it. I don't argue, i just disagree without reasoning. Mostly because i have no clue of things so concrete.

We ate hefty sammiches at the base of the Rocky ledges waterfall across the road. Everything bread, LTOP (lettuce tomato onion) chicken, turkey, veggie cream cheese and a careful blend of ranch dressing and mustard so that the tartness of the mustard didn't take it all to itself. Diliah rolled around in something decaying and drank the stagnant water by our feet.


We walked the trail. Rocky ledges is, from what Kent tells me, the most sought out trail in Southern Illinois, due in large part to its dense and diverse wildflower population. I learned about a CCC project that started in the 30s which explained the dense softwood pine growth along the trail. We argued whether these regions were once underwater. Again, no sound reasoning. I just thought that once this was true.

Brian and Kathleen were having a surprise baby shower for Kathleen's second kid. When i arrived, people were sniffing at brown masses inside numbered diapers. Different brands of melted chocolate bars filled the bouquet. Guess what baby ate, get a prize. I don't know these people, barely know Kathleen and Brian, so its awkward standing there listening to B&K trying to guess each others answers to random questions (when did you find out K was preggers, where did you last have lunch together, what percent of the time does B clean the house) while their friends made bets on how many they would correctly match. Everyone undershot. Me, 14/20. I won.

It's nice to be around them hippie trendy young adults with kids. Keeping it real and not chasing tail or throwing up off the porch. I know nothing is different, we just take on different appendices...babies, houses, jobs, cars. We talk about how much they charged us for the garbage can at Bed Bath and Beyond or what wall color we just put up last month. But hell. Better that than a slurred blurb or the stammer of "fuckin..." interjected between every other word as we search for the next. I'm ready to get up early and get to bed the same. I dunno about babies, but I'm ready to pretend that adult thing. In moderation. You know what I mean.

As of now, I found some Boards of Canada, thought of Jodo. Ate some edomome drank some water. Tried to change my default password on my wireless because ACE1335 is stealing it, i swear. thought about going out for tomato juice. thought about what next.