But I sure wanted to go hiking yesterday. After the family get-together for Mother's Day was over, even though it was getting late, I jumped in the car and meant to hit the nearest mountain--the one I climbed back in March sometime. But then I remembered the make-out point Big Anklevich had mentioned to me that same night, and that it had been blocked off for the winter when I went there in April, and I turned left, and headed there again.
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| I like this because it looks like Yavin IV behind me. |
This time, the road was open, so I drove on in, but did not drive all the way up there. I parked my car at the place I stopped hiking last time, so I could see how much farther I would have had to go to get to the top. And it would've been a lot further to go. For the next two hours, I hiked, and some friendly motorist actually pulled over and asked me--a stranger in a pandemic--if I wanted a ride to the top. I told him I was trying to get exercise, so he went on his way, and I was glad I hadn't taken him up on it . . . because he turned out to be the Springdale Sodomist!!
No, no, just because it was less than a mile more up before I reached the top, and the parking lot there that overlooks the city where so many cherries have been popped that they had a Swing band concert up there in 2001 . . . with, ironically enough, the band Big Bad Voodoo Daddy being the one booked, and it was nice to know I made it on my own.
Then I went hiking from there.
No, no, just because it was less than a mile more up before I reached the top, and the parking lot there that overlooks the city where so many cherries have been popped that they had a Swing band concert up there in 2001 . . . with, ironically enough, the band Big Bad Voodoo Daddy being the one booked, and it was nice to know I made it on my own.
Then I went hiking from there.
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| See that little trail up the mountain? Walk it with me. |
Unfortunately, I was so tired when I got back to my car that I recorded my thoughts so I wouldn't have to type them when I got home.
Good thinking, kid.**
Good thinking, kid.**
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| I tried to get myself and the city below in this one. Only took five tries. |
If you want to listen to a report, here it be:
Sit-ups Today: 40
Sit-ups Total: 369
Not a lot of words today either (I was writing a conversation between Natalie and Meeshelle, who aren't normally in scenes together. Guess that makes me a misogynist. Maybe I'll have them not talk about Mason at all in their interaction, just to try and be less so). Tomorrow I'll do better.
Words Today: 355
Words Total: 11,629
P.S. Ugh. Why do I post one of these each day?
Day 41. Probably "Material Girl" by Madonna.
*I took my nephew to the park and we ran around it twice and did the stairs twice, and I currently smell like an old gym sock, so I think Bossk with forgive me for saying I did my jog for the day. Though I MIGHT still go out around midnight or so. Remains to be seen.
**Unfortunately, I'm too tired again to post it here AND write my words, so I'll put in the audio tomorrow, and focus on getting just a few more words before I--shoot, I have to do sit-ups too. Dang. I'll go do that now.
Sit-ups Today: 40
Sit-ups Total: 369
Not a lot of words today either (I was writing a conversation between Natalie and Meeshelle, who aren't normally in scenes together. Guess that makes me a misogynist. Maybe I'll have them not talk about Mason at all in their interaction, just to try and be less so). Tomorrow I'll do better.
Words Today: 355
Words Total: 11,629
P.S. Ugh. Why do I post one of these each day?
Day 41. Probably "Material Girl" by Madonna.
*I took my nephew to the park and we ran around it twice and did the stairs twice, and I currently smell like an old gym sock, so I think Bossk with forgive me for saying I did my jog for the day. Though I MIGHT still go out around midnight or so. Remains to be seen.
**Unfortunately, I'm too tired again to post it here AND write my words, so I'll put in the audio tomorrow, and focus on getting just a few more words before I--shoot, I have to do sit-ups too. Dang. I'll go do that now.
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