Daily Update

It had been so long since I had seen what Africa was like. The flowing trees of the Serengeti, the rushing herds of angry animals. I took a long awaited safari last night. It was a dangerous trip. I didn't have the guide that I normally do, but I was determined enough to do it myself. It was cool and dark. There were herds of rhino's all over the place. But not to many other animals, or Safari-ists. I started after a thorough stretch. It was slow and painful, just as if I hadn't done this in a long time. Cause I hadn't. I only passed a few others that night, but it seemed like everyone was still in hibernation from the long cold winter months still. I was slow, but powerful, like a young Wildebeest, or like a freight train. I was saddened by my loss in speed, power, and skill. The trees moaned for my loss as well. They are also afraid of the 'things that go bump in the night'. As the months get warmer and my schedule gets freer, I'll be able to re-train myself to that of the fastest of animals.

I went to the beach last night. The sun was forever setting on the colorful landscape. The water was gently washing ashore again and again. The beach I was dealing with was just inside of the shadow of a near by church looking building with a clock on its tower. There weren't to many people about. There were to many signs of construction about the scene. The beach rested at the end of a short stony pier, giant boulders lay just off the path which protected the sandy concrete path. As I rested in the sand, I was trying to determine what for a color I should call the sand. I didn't want it to shadowy, or to sunsetty. The more I played in the sand, the more refined it got. It grew late, and I rushed off to bed. I'll have to play in the sand the colors tomorrow. It is only oil paint after all.

In my random walk-a-bout I was running home and I ran into Cheryl and Lanara, what a coincidence. They were on their way home to watch TV, and they let me join them. American Idol is turning boring now with the beginning of the 'good' performances. Bring back the auditions! I want to feel better about myself. Oh, don't get me wrong, I still critique the crap out of the nerds and dorks on stage. But its easier with a broader collection of people.

I'm listening to Natalie Imbruglia right now. Its a blast from the past, it is.

Lunch was sponsored by Pizza Hut. But I don't think I'll be seeking out that sponsor for a long while.