A good day.

I am mildly content right now. Tis a very nice feeling to know that you are 'kinda a big deal' to certain individuals on this earth. I enjoy just having fun occasionally. It's very nice indeed.

Yesterday I had a grand time with a certain ninja guitarist who shall remain nameless. We hiked in Lincoln Memorial Gardens for a good part of the morning. I love hiking, but unfortunately this meant we had to stay on these little trail/path things, which rather defeats the purpose of exploring, but oh well. Following this, we went to Starbucks where we witnessed a man of intriguing raiment. This gentleman of four and twenty was dressed in a black t-shirt with a construction company logo, tight blue jean capris with a clip on chain that stretched past his knee, a backwards baseball cap crested with white preppy girl's sunglasses and to top it all off, the piece de resistance, bright pink crocs. This man may have been very nice, but his attire was very humorous to my companion and I.

The rest of the day was filled with sitting in the rose garden at Washington Park beneath a large tree listening to the deftly woven threads of music that emanated from guitar and voice of my charming consort. I haven't the foggiest how much time was spent on a park bench just chatting or joking. But I am sure I do not care anyway. After all, deep conversation is most entertaining when it comes from the wood scented lusty melody of an afternoon fading into dusk.

Today my day was spent wrangling 35 head of children ranging in ages from calves to half grown cattle. Feeding and occupying such a range of ages is often difficult to do, and very tiresome if one doesn't have the patience. I normally posses such patience, but sometimes this store can be exhausted by the infidels of the playground: tiny terrorists who are repeat offenders before my bench. Fortunately one of the heads of this terrorist cell is off to Church camp tomorrow, meaning that the attacks of hitting, kicking, tattling and throwing rocks shall subside for now.


Alas, tis time for me to part dear reader. I am on a mission to obtain a 'rockin' little body' so I can run in the Turkey Trot 5k this fall. So I must go out and train, as well as procure vittles.





See you space cowboy...