Higher!
Breeze rips through my hair
Sand that I kicked
Dances away.
Flying, carefree
Through the air.
Reaching, eagerly
Beyond,
Touching the sunset
Higher, Dad, higher,
I want to go higher!
Free-Fallin'!
Off we go to visit Bridget tomorrow. checkin' out after work and shootin down to Des Moines and it will be so much fun. . . shopping and hanging out and talking all night long, practicing for next year, roomies, you know. Maybe even a baby shower, i think. Yay, I love babies. and tons of other stuff. maybe even take a picture in front of the state capitol to add to my collection of state capitol buildings i've been to. hmmm. . .
plus i've never been out that way so it will be a sweet drive.
Freedom.
Interesting concept. Like, free from opression? from responsibility? freedom to take on responsibility? to go where I please? to learn what i want to, where i want to, from whom i want to. . . free to be me. . . free to seek the affections of others, free to spurn the affections of others. free . . . to be enslaved to Christ, the most liberating condition of all. Paradox. Crazy.
au revoire
Oh, Frabjous Day!
Yesterday I had the time of my life, and the day before that too, and the day before that, and the day before that . . . .
But yesterday was especially cool. Maybe, though, I should start with Monday, since that was Day 1 of this week. In a sense. In another sense it was Day 2, but we can just pretend it's 1, for now.
Monday:
cherry pie. Fresh, me-and-Mandi-picked cherries, and fresh me-and-mandi-baked crust. And I made a lattice work top, just like Grandma does. It was so much fun. The hard part was keeping predators away from the good stuff. Jasper was fascinated with the dough. And the rolling pin. And my neck. He licked them all. And he licked the cookie dough spoons too. I licked those too.
While we baked we sang songs. . . Disney songs: Beauty and the beast ones, Alladin ones, other ones, as far as we knew them (not very). And nursery rhymes:
Oh where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?Oh where have you been Charming Billy?I was off to seek a wife, she's the joy of my lifeShe's a young thing and cannot leave her mother.Can she bake a Cherry Pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?Can she bake a cherry pie, Charming Billy?Heck yes we can!!!
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother. . . .Then we went home and watched Alladin.
Then we got up early and went out to ride horses!!! Huzzah!!!
So my rear is saddle-sore. . . . but it doesn't hurt as bad as my back. or my bike injuries.
And i didn't fall off, either. Not even in the rocky river, which was so cool. Saw some deer, dead critters, ate hamburgers, and went for another ride. Holy stretched groin muscles. My horse was huge--could have put a ruddy La-Z-Boy up there, no sweat. But instead, i straddled the dumb thing. . ah good times. Good thing i wasn't too sore today, not enough to curtail my running.
Then we went to the Inwood Demo Derby, that was hilarious. Mandi cracks me up. She almost killed me. I nearly choked on my water. Don't drink with a Link or with Mandi. One car got flipped, a wanna-be General Lee. a few cars were practically launched in the air, and some had sweet flames coming out the exhaust. Cherry red pipes, i kid you not. HOTT.
then the fireworks were cool, of course. Best part is the BOOM that thuds within my soul, slightly delayed from the flash. Ooh, is that ever sweet. my favourite, by far.
then i went home, and had a lovely surprise message on my board, only to find in the morning that it was false and i was woefully disappointed. But i'm over that now, and am skipping in the clouds, as far as i'm concerned.
Because, Heather sent me a package and it had the mostest funniest stuff in it ever. Can't really tell, for fear of offending someone, but rest assured that it was killer funny.
While not appearing wholly DISgruntled, he was still a long ways from being gruntled.
Ahhhh Pain.
i hurt all over. friggin sunburn, two days worth. makes sleeping an issue. if i sleep on my back, that's where the burn is. But, if i don't sleep on my back, i turn all around and chafe everything instead of just laying on it. and then i wake up and curse a bit and lie as still as possible.
also i had an issue with my bike last night. Granted, i wish i had seen it, i'm sure it looked positively aeronautic and stuff. . . . cartwheels, triple axles, aerial backflips, the whole works. Thankfully I disentangled from my bike before trying the aforementioned, it's way harder with the bicycle still attached, i would think.
End result: knee all buggered up,--bruised and abrased. [Abrasion, does that start as abrased? it should.] Also bruise from my handle bars in an awkward spot behind my other knee, and on my hip, and foot, and shoulder. Swell looking grass stains on my t-shirt. . .
So now i hurt, and i grumble. And i take cold showers and i put ice on my other wounds.
But i'm excessively glad that pain is transient, fleeting. I won't feel like this forever. Weird. Good thing, no doubt, not being able to remember pain. If so, i doubt that i'd ever have been born, and i assume the same thing for most of you. And i don't think that i'd ever want to wander into the child-bearing realm if I knew that the pain would never leave.
