millions of peaches
just rigged up a hammock at the house today. temps were "baby-bear" which is my new terrible slang for "just right." ate peaches and popsicles. ran twelve heinous miles in heinous heat, but smelled wheat chaff and saw sharpshinned hawks at bennington lake so it was ok.
the housies are swell, as is the house. all my friends are, well, all my friends. there aren't any swimming holes here, but gee whiz there's a lot of wheat.
i think it's destined to be a quiet sort of semester, if not a quiet sort of year--quiet because i think i know what i want these days. some things are coming back with a vengeance--some are gone forever. this year is going to disappear like ripples on water.
there are a lot of questions to be asking myself. for example: do i want to live in a van down by the river when i graduate, or do i want to actually do something with my life?
the housies are swell, as is the house. all my friends are, well, all my friends. there aren't any swimming holes here, but gee whiz there's a lot of wheat.
i think it's destined to be a quiet sort of semester, if not a quiet sort of year--quiet because i think i know what i want these days. some things are coming back with a vengeance--some are gone forever. this year is going to disappear like ripples on water.
there are a lot of questions to be asking myself. for example: do i want to live in a van down by the river when i graduate, or do i want to actually do something with my life?