The Doxx… is BACK!
*laughs, then spins in a circle, my arms flying out, and releasing from my hands a shower of glittering light that sounds like harp strings or phased bass or honky-tonk piano, whatever you need to brighen you wherever you are*
A little self-agrandizement, if you don’t mind…hey, at least I share!
What a long, strange trip its been. It feels like I’ve been gone a week. As I drove back in through town tonight, driving a car felt foreign, and I found myself making small errors in judgement that memory tells me that experience should have taught me. But I gave all that up for three days (more or less).
It actually probably comes down to the fact that I am suffering slightly from heat stress and a moderate sunburn. I am slightly sluggish of mind, but best of all – I don’t care!! *laughs again*
I journaled Friday and Saturday night, on scratch paper borrowed from the Barn (the locus of my camping area). I grew and stretched as a person, and am trying now to decide how much if any of what I experienced emotionally I want to chronicle here in this journal, or leave it on paper for my other archive.
I left the notes out in the car. Maybe I will go get them.
Part of my hesitation, too, is that while rested, I am exhausted, in that warm-feels-good-all-over senasation that only camping out for three hot days with a great group of people can bring. I don’t really want to do a lot of typing, but I may change my mind.
Also, Saturday’s notes are cryptic, meaning to decode my notes into full journal entry, I will have to re-live them in my head and heart. Not conducive to the good mood I am in.
However, I do need to journal for today – so here goes:
This morning I slept in later than I planned. But I didn’t get much sleep Friday night, and I had already been up “early” on Saturday morning, so I decided that I’d stay where I was for awhile longer. A couple of hours longer.
It was around 9 am when I snaked out of my tent flaps. I hit the head then slithered down to the beach and into the water. The lake is 60 acres, but fairly shallow and so very warm. There was a small group of guys in a chat, and I swam to listen in.
The water felt good- it felt cooler than the day before; not just from overnight, but as if the springs had worked ahead some.
Eventually, another couple came down, and also Dee and Kay. Even though it is standard practice in a homogenous group to try to average my distance to everyone else, and stay on the periphery whenever possible, I feel convinced that Dee knew I was distancing myself from her. I made no effort to correct the misperception.
Soon, Barry and Susan talked about making breakfast. I followed them up the beach and asked offered that I had extra eggs, and would they welcome a “third player” to breakfast? They accepted.
As I started to gather whatever leftovers or unexploited foods I had left, I saw my neighbor John just kinda sitting by himself.
John is married, lives in Nebraska, and does a lot of outings with scouts. In any case, he was alone this weekend, and I asked if he’d want to join us for a group breakfast, and if he had anything he could contribute.
He accepted, and I left him to root through his loot while I took my cargo to the south camp area. (they have the fire ring, and a whole city of tents. Its a funny phenomenon to me).
Barry was gathering eggs and skillet. Susan had mentioned that she had some chili, and I indicated that I had some tortillas left. I think we had all visualized a huevos rancheros burrito.
So, I detailed my inventory to Barry: Sliced mushrooms (canned), tuna (pouch), honey, leftover lemon pancakes from yesterday breakfast, dill weed, parmesean cheese, and of course tortillas, and about 4 eggs.
Can you really have “about” four eggs? No, you can’t. I had 4 eggs. *chuckling*
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