Monday, Sept. 01, 2008 - 11:39 p.m.
Small Life, Big Expectations ***************************** Two days vacation visiting friends who just moved to a town close by they deserted the city for small town life-- they agree that big city life is too grungie too perverted too expensice too chaotic to bother with anymore- and that an affordable little place with a yard and some trees close to bigger free nature with a garden and no hassle friends where your cat matters more than a CD collection is definatelty the way to go I am so glad that good people are diving out of babylon to join me in paradise and surrender to happiness so we decided to friend it up a little over the long weekend and do the small town thing: hike,/ pic nic. / explore small wonders at hand take lots of art photos draw pictures, talk to strangers seeek out, and look up the identity of wild mushrooms indulge in something meaningful after a dinner made up of farmers market purchases then enjoy the sunset.. go to bed happy dream of more wonders to embrace no regrets, no envy no culture that isn't rendered by our own hand no expenses that are not just for raw materials no expectaions based on advertising little town life requires full time validity hunting and anyone who fails ends up in a bar as a regular or in trouble of some sort nuts and pining to be lost in a city where someone they don't know will be able to understand them by selling them something no body really wants ya so when i get back Taser is here waiting for me' a little lonely after spending two whole days here alone but after some vigerous hugs he is ready to be wonderful again' and we mooch a lift down to the lake so he can dance in the sunset smell the lake breeze and harass the dogs on leashes from the lakeside boulders two friends appear with sparkling new hand drums they just bought and tuned up so we listen to am impromptue lakeside paradise drum concert which excites Taser after two boring days alone so he races and runs back and forth between everybodys feet and stares wide eyed at the blurr of happy hands wacking drums as seagulls dive for treasure flotasm and the water chums pleasantly while the sun disappears over the water in a vast dazzle of hot pink and turquoise Taser sneaks through the bushes with tiger like stealth hunting bugs and mice as jungle drums beat and the crickets chorus shrill to welcome sweet September my friends are his friends they love and honour him' as he, the same in return the night is alive with fat moths all apparently eager to die and be eaten Taser is happier here than anywhere else on earth then we ,mooch a lift back at dark and unceremoniously dumped in the driveway scoot indoors i open a small can of tuna for the resident red lion and he graciously accepts it all is well on paradise Taser jumps on my desk to let me smell his mouth' divine tuna breath just to let me know its all gone but that everything is wonderful again
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