Communication

I am no dummy. I know a good conversation when I hear one or am lucky enough to engage in one with a good friend. Wow, thinking past your nose is exhaustively exhilaratingly fun. So is getting kicked out of a restaurant because you shut the place down.

We didn't discuss Kony 2012, although I would have been happy to, because that's an interesting subject. We didn't talk about pink slime in beef or the new iPad. We didn't talk everyday life mundaneness. We talked about the meat and potatoes in our own worlds, our minds. We discussed real fears and excitement from the past and what there is to look at in the future and say, "Yeah, that's what it's about and that takes bravery." There were tears on both side, mutual understanding and laughter.

If the six-hour span of time in which the conversation took place could be summed up in three words, it would be honesty, realness and genuineness. But it was more than those three words.

It was exhausting, healing and unusual. Those types of conversations don't come around everyday and I don't take them for granted. A real heart-to-heart. A rarity. A treat. A good memory. A span of time to cherish. It was just one INFP talking to another INFJ in a language only the two would understand and so you can imagine how intense that was.

It'll take me a week to recover and I'll be back for more. I guarantee that.

Into the darkness I go

Trespassing onto other peoples' property every night to take pictures of peoples' random things (like beat-up cars, tractors, beer cans, syringes, garden gnomes, misplaced weaves) just takes a lot of energy and wears me out during the day. I need to sleep constantly during the days (like all day long) to make up for it. This bloggy pays for my nighttime ways and has since been semi-abandoned. But not for long...

From now on, you can just call me the camera ninja. ;-)

I'll be back soon! I promise!

Trespassing

I took a picture on some old guy's property today of his stupid old "Dukes of Hazard-ish" car with a number on the side. I saw the car out in the country off of a main road and pulled off to check it out. I don't know country rules, but I was probably 20 feet onto his long, winding driveway for about a minute (tops) and he came speeding in from the main road on a huge tractor, blocking me in his driveway. I understood his anger and popped out of my car (I had gotten in after taking the photo) to explain, and apologize for trespassing. The thought had occurred to me at one point that I should go knock on the door and ask if I could photograph their car-that would have been the polite thing to do, but it was just a fleeting thought. (Mistake #1.)

He got out of his tractor, I got out of my car. I went right up to this old man and said I was so sorry. "I feel bad and should have asked first," I said. I told him his old car caught my eye and I just had to take a photo of it, as I held out the camera to show him. "That's a really cool car you've got," I said, desperately trying to lighten the mood. That didn't help my cause. He was not more than a foot from my face and went off on me (as I was still blocked in his driveway, out in the middle of nowhere) for a good minute or more, as I tried to just listen so he wouldn't kill me.

Being that I knew that I should have asked permission, I apologized at least five times, if not more. I then realized that I was done apologizing to the scary bastard, as he was still yelling at me in my face.

I just wanted to get the hell out of there and told him so after awhile and during his rant. I said I was sorry once more and said, "God, I am sorry. I was having a bad day and just wanted to make myself feel better by driving in the damn country and taking photos. Now, let me get out of here."

He obliged (thank God), moved his giant tractor with a trailer thing so I could get out, which I did. I booked it and felt like I was 10 again, and got caught eating candy after bedtime or something like that. I was glad he didn't pull out a club and drag me to the basement of his creepy house to fatten me up to make clothes out of my skin. Shite. It was awful at the time and I started bawling, went to another lake at a State Park to just sit and stare at the water, and digest the day's events (the reason I went driving in the first place). However, I don't have a park permit and saw the government car go slowly behind me, and write down my plate number.

Yeah. When the Colorado trip I was leaving for on Saturday morning fell apart on Friday night (after I was packed and ready), I should have taken that as a bad omen and never left the house all weekend. Damn.

Who Knew?

Winter's Half Over

Wilderness park and the weather (which Oscar Wilde feels is unimaginative to talk about) makes me happy. I could sit and listen to the weather channel or just the weatherman on the local channel for hours on end and never get bored. Not just that, but I really don't find it boring to talk about. Ever. What does that say about me? Oscar Wilde basically thinks it's the equivalent of counting to three all day long for a good time.

KC and I had a great time in the park for a quick get-away hike on Tuesday. We sort of got lost and needed breadcrumbs. The snow makes stuff look different.

White

Yesterday, insanity finally struck many of the tree branches and they snapped. Right. In. Half. Other than the creaking and moaning sounds of winter, it was silent.

Just quiet, gray, fluffy and white.


"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative." -Oscar Wilde

Oh.

Whoops.

HB Don't Care

KDB and I walked and walked yesterday along the Jamaica Trail. We ranted about the injustices going on at her workplace. We ranted about litter, plastic and the American way. In between rants, we admired bird nests and badger holes. I wanted to see the vicious badger but it never came out, even when I asked politely. I wanted to pretend I was the Honey Badger narrator, while talking to an actual hissing badger.

It was a pleasant jaunt in the wind and then we calmed down with an ale and a wheat, followed by cheeseburgers, and fries, at the Fox.

This adventure, along with my two after dark walks through Wilderness park with KC this past week, made my month. Why don't we do what's good for us, even when we know it's good for us and makes us feel happy? People are strange...obviously including myself.