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Special case #3224: The Case of the Moldy Cheese
By Special Agent Sven Grose
There are no ordinary moments, only ordinary people (but even then you can never be sure).
The summer of peace, continued:
July witnessed many words of war and peace as I researched colonial/early American religious pacifism vs. the public/political mainstream just-war ideologies.
The paper turned out to be 20-someodd pages, but could have been 200. I don’t have the grade back yet, but expect the prof. to say “narrow your focus.” But it’s hard to find a good view from the narrow, like it is at Ghost Ranch.
What a week! Bretnie, Eric, Mom, Dad, Grandma, (the Davidson crew and other wonderful people), Kas and I suffered severe fits of fun and relaxation.
Like a cat with a mouse, I have opted not to seize but to muse with the moment, tarry and play.
We took a scenic route back, were inspired by some new friends, and have somehow managed to relax through the rest of the summer.
Oh, and the cheese wasn’t actually moldy in a bad way, it was supposed to be like that. Best cheese I’ve ever had.
Case closed.
Special case #3225: The case of the Bruised Hand
The security camera seems to have caught the incident: there was no culprit other than stupidity. The hand dove into unsafe water only inches away from a waterfall on a double dog dare. Young, learn a lesson from this hand: your peers don’t always want what’s best for you.
Case closed.
This caseload was inspired by:
running calves,
2 piles (one rock, one stick)
love,
and the cowgirl of the mountains
special thanks to: adaptation.
