So I’m back out in beautiful East Berne now, staying with my friends Tim and Susan. I gave them a little break from me while I was in Las Vegas for two weeks, and the two weeks before that I stayed at my brother and sister-in-law’s house over in Rensselaer County. God bless all of them for putting me up since I arrived here back on May 29. Man, that’s a long time to be mooching off friends and family, don’t you think?
The other night Susan and Courtney were busting on me because my key ring looks like a jail warden’s. It’s kind of funny that a homeless person would have four house keys, but I do—one to Lori’s, one to Tim and Susan’s, one to my brother’s, and one to Mike’s. Actually, I had three more—two I couldn’t identify (probably to the houses I had in Wyoming and Utah) and one to our old house on Homestead Ave. that we sold in 2003. The girls made me throw them out; they said hoarding keys is a sign of mental illness. Oh, the abuse I take.
Speaking of, the first thing Tim said to me yesterday morning was, “Lin, do you remember the Moonies from the 70s and how people were brainwashed?”
Well, evidently Tim thought I was a victim of mind control and in need of de-programming because the night before I went out for a two-mile walk as soon as I got home, I didn’t have a beer or ice cream all night, and then went to bed early. “What happened to our Linda?” he demanded.
I can’t believe I walked by myself; I told you before the country scares the crap out of me and ever since I posted that link on Tuesday about serial killer Robert Garrow, I’m creeped out by the thought of a possible Garrow v.2. But I don’t want to lose the momentum from the daily walks Mike and I took in Las Vegas (Henderson, actually) and so I braved the country roads all alone since I couldn’t coax Susan to come with me. I almost turned back two minutes into my walk because there were a shit load of birds perched on a wire and more flying around, but I thought she’d make fun of me and I almost couldn’t blame her. Almost. I hate birds.
Anyway, I took this picture with my iPhone. You can kind of see the moon. It looked cool.
It's weird how something perfectly enjoyable to one person is a nightmare to another. Remember that hike in the woods last weekend? My friends thought it was the greatest thing, but I kept thinking, Every step I take is a step closer to getting out of these friggin' woods. My mother just went whitewater rafting--another thing you couldn't pay me to do. Same with sailing, sushi, and Disneyland--nightmare, nightmare, nightmare.
How about you? What is it that a other people find enjoyable, but hell no, not you?