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We surprised the bird by flying, so why not take a shot at the billy goat with its suction-cup hooves. Went climbing Saturday... Fingers, forearms, and toes are sore. Great feeling.
World, meet Jennifer. I entrusted my life to her and a figure-eight knot. She is light as a feather. When I fell, she was catapulted into the sky. I actually hit the ground before she did. Humorous? Yes. Did I spider-monkey after that? Yes. Also humorous.
Saw the motion picture Rent last night. It reminded me of a lot of things. Go ahead and throw your festive ribbons and pilgrim hats because believe it or not, it made me thankful. It made me thankful for love and for the great friends I have. It made me thankful that I am straight. Very thankful. It made me thankful that I have a decent job and a roof to cover my head. It made me thankful for simple things. But I think most of all it made me thankful for great music and for the appreciation I have for it. If you can look past a little perversion, go see the movie or at least "rent" the soundtrack from the library. If you are one of those people who feel they need to separate themselves from everything worldly, more power to you-- but you are missing out. I personally find it hard to reach a world I am not in, or at least do not have a taste of. I like to see the good in things. And the music is definitely good. Go take my twisted philosophies, have yourself a beer, and think it over. Happy Thanksgiving too. I'm going to go brave the snowstorm to see a friend.
I could not figure out how to move the dumb thing. I thought I would need an enclosed truck with a lift, 6 guys, and a prayer. I was getting worried. Finally, with one day to spare, I brought it home. Three guys, one dolly, and little Chevy S-10. I guess it was for a good cause. After all, it's not just a normal thrift store. Their name reads "Bibles for Mexico Thrift Center." Can I spend money there and count it towards my tithe? Doubtfully. I guess it's a matter of the heart. Anyway- yesterday I brought home my very first piano. It is an antique upright-- you know, the tall, top-heavy kind that make small trucks sway heavily at 40 MPH. It even has the little window that slides open so you can better hear the masterful melodies pouring out from the wonderfully tuned strings. So it's a little out of tune. It might even be a lot out of tune. Look, the beast obviously needs a little TLC... seeing as though I paid a mere $30. I'm going to fix her up and make her beautiful. Love makes things beautiful. That either means I love my piano, or I am in essence "Love". I feel I have reached a new low. I guess I'm trying to say that it's true. One man's trash truly is another man's treasure.
Oh yes I did. I declared a pity party for those who live in states with a lack of deciduous trees. Big deal you say. Yes it is a big deal. In fact, I don't even know how we breathe up here in the winter. The photosynthesis process is on hiatus, so where do we get our oxygen? Maybe that's why I like October so much. I get a little high from the lack of oxygen. Wow, that was not where I was going with this. I pity you all because you cannot enjoy the vast colors a sugar maple can produce. You don't get to see the rainbows of leaves displayed as trees enter their state of dormancy. The dead brown branches on your evergreens don't count so don't try. But I don't know how you can even call Fall "Fall" with out corn mazes, pumpkins, and leaf-covered lawns. Ok, so maybe you have pumpkins but you get the point. Fabulous time of year in these parts.
