August 25, 2003
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Wander in the Woods
I think i’m in good with the weather-gods. I was feeling pretty homesick for marvelous clouds and clear western skies, and lo, we are bestowed upon with sparkling warm weather.
Unfortunately I have a cold. At the moment, I am a snotbox.
No matter! on Friday Nicodemus picked me up in his gunmetal-grey pimpmobile and whisked me away to the mountains up North, where we zipped around the Kankamangas for a few hours. We talked, which hadn’t been done in a long time. I missed that.
So i went home and slept, missing Bryon, and in the morning I woke to bright sunshine streaming in my window through green leaves. An hour later my dad came and picked me up in the jeep, and we dished about NM and all my adventures. I saw my mother for a bit, which makes me worry. Later on my father and I walked in the woods like the old days, talking about this and that, trekking across field and forest, and picking out changes in the landscape. I think I am getting used to things changing all around me.
