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President's Day Hike Lends Photos In Need of Much Work

 Its so windy, trees are falling.  I wonder if David is going to need some help soon with clearing downed trees at the cabin?  I wonder if he'll let me near a chainsaw again?

Last night at the river somebody started to yell, "Get your hot doooooogs, riiiiiiiight here!" like a barker at a baseball game.  It was funny, maybe, for the first 2 or 3 times but as he got closer we realized he was serious.  Anthony stood up and paid $4 for a foot-long that snapped when he bit into it.

It doesn't matter to me what Melanie thinks.  The world is neither a cruel place nor a kind place, my body has endured a lot lately.  Just last Friday night I ran for 9 miles.  I started the run working through the things I've learned this past life and at a little over 5 miles it was just "thud-thud-thud-thud" past the tennis courts in Wheatridge.  Not much to say about it.  One foot moved into place after the other one moved out of the way and at 7 miles I was left with just my eyes, no thoughts and no memories.

People end up being more understanding of Jared than I would have ever imagined.

There were some really sweaty people dancing in the living room of a row-home in Philadelphia last night and none of them were at all concerned that they were wearing acid washed jeans.  At the end of the night they spilled out into the street in pairs and walked home again leaving their caloric work behind them in sweat and breath and moistened air.

There are moments that happen, totally devoid of meaning.

 Don't worry, there are still places to hide where no one can find us!

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"  Three punctuated "ha!"s followed by "That's sick" and "Now that I know that's the way it works, I'll find someone," from they guy with a ponytail, glasses, and goatee.

My knee was destabilized just long enough to affect me for the next few weeks.

Alfred is down the street with his car, waiting for me.  He's interesting because his parents always compared him to his sister, who they favored.  It's hard to explain the damage that does to people, you know, when parents value one child while devaluing the other.  You see all kinds of peculiarities arise in people as a result and it's hard to quantify the degree of injury and resultant pathology that grows from it.

I'm looking for the right note to strike.

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