dell

so .... my hands are fairly clean for 6:30 .... and dry.... but not a bad dry .... a sustained dry... i wish i was playing guitar. so laura came up and we hung out all weekend ... we acctually went back to my old camp... lake ann... and we hung around in that area for a day ... lots of stuff has changed... the bog is still the same... and i'm sure the feelings are still the same. i'm going home in a week and i'm excited but at the same time kind of suffocated... everyone wants to see me... i mean it's nice but i really was hoping to have some alone time with me and the lake or just me and some rocks.... i don't know ... it's complexe. but i think i have simple solutions that will ease my lack of ease; i can wake up at 5 or 6 go down town to seventh street where i.c. sweets used to be, spit on the pavement and longboard down to 2nd street ... take a left onto front street and go through the parking lot behind the resort.... then walk around tubbs hill and go diving or climbing or sitting for a while. i mean , no one wants to be up at 5 or 6 but me anyways so i won't be taking anything from anybody. that sounds nice... i love my town in the summer. the sun rises directly up the center of sherman so it is nice to be there around that time... plus no one else is out... and there is always something beautiful about a place that is busy with no one around. it's nice to be in love with inanimate objects... you can put them down , take advantage of them , hate them and love them and they won't really change unless you make them. right now i love coeur d'alene... like a dream.