i didn’t mention that we played frisbee while camping, and this morning, for some reason, i suddenly thought of it.
when we played frisbee, it was an ideal night for it – twilight, no breeze, not too hot outside, and we played on a huge, empty grassy field, with no obstructions to the art of frisbee.
i like frisbee because i can throw it OK, and most of the time i can catch it. sometimes, occasionally, with one hand. we played for quite a while, and it was just a lot of fun.
i worry that there’s not going to be any frisbee ahead of me, but that’s sort of ridiculous, really.
but i can’t imagine it’d be that fun.
i’m writing here at the library because i got a message from christine, who said YOU HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN TWO DAYS, WHAT’S GOING ON WITH YOU? I HAVE TO KNOW.
this is funny, since i call christine a lot, and i tell her all the stuff that i’m not allowed to share with you here anyway. and it’s only been two days.
and besides, i can’t think of anything noteworthy, funny, or interesting to report. surely there must be something…
we went to the ethnic festival at the fairgrounds on sunday night. the ethnic festival has been going on for a really, really long time, and i think they need to either shut it down or think of a way to re-invent it and make it more entertaining. there weren’t a lot of people there. various ethnic bands played on the gazebo stage, but there was a loud and annoying rock band playing off in another tent. this was for the people that just want to DRINK AND PARTY. which is, perhaps, what the ethnic festival is really all about? but they don’t want to party listening to ethnic music, they just want that loud stuff.
there were many people standing around drinking beer.
as i waited for randy who was in line, i observed a group of people, one woman in particular, who had the fattest butt ever. not really the fattest ever, because there are many many huge butts in springfield and the surrounding areas, but she was turned away from me, and her shorts were bright white and a little too tight and i wish i hadn’t even seen that view at all.
randy and i were going to split an elephant ear, but we decided to buy two (two for five bucks), so that amy and jim could also split one. but then amy and jim didn’t want any, so randy and i were forced to eat our own elephant ears, and they were mighty big and greasy and there was so much sugar on mine that it was TOO SWEET. you know it has to be very sweet, for something to be too sweet for me.
a mexican band was playing, and a few couple danced, and it was fun to watch, but it would have been fun to dance, but the evening was cut short because of some interpersonal-type crises. randy didn’t get to go on the giant slide, which he was excited about because he hadn’t been on it since he was a kid. i don’t know what he’s been doing at the fair all these years, and why he hasn’t availed himself of the giant slide, but at least it’s something that will be easily achievable, as opposed to most things in life these days, which seems rather impossible.
amy and jim went to a japanese festival at shaw’s garden in st. louis, and amy said that mostly consisted of stands where you could buy various junky things, and you could eat OK food. isn’t this really what most festivals consist of? if they’d served beer, it could have been just like the ethnic festival.
i guess festivals are serving a good purpose, because that’s really what most people are interested in, isnt’ it – eating and drinking and buying junky stuff.
yesterday, labor day…we had a birthday dinner for amy, and she and jim brought three gigantic pizzas to mom and dad’s, plus all the ice cream in the world. i counted 11 kinds of ice cream in the freezer, which must surely be a record. it was a lovely night for sitting outside, and i wish it could be like that all the time.
but the only way it could be is if i moved to a warm place, and i’m not prepared to do this at this very moment.
maybe tomorrow.
ok then,
grace trying to get through tuesday which feels like monday, not a very good thing but maybe the week will improve although i sincerely doubt it, i feel that instead it’s going to get worse, but i’m trying not to even think at all which is really no way to live your life.