Trash talk

Another day of trying to come down to earth. Many times during the day I have this strong feeling of displacement and spaciness. For example, I got confused how to work the shower this morning (really).. I lost my 3rd pair of glasses for the week this afternoon.. and I was driving today and forgot where I was. when I start eating.. I just can’t stop. and here’s a wierd one.. I feel drunk every time I eat !.. I find I’m missing the place and the people I spent my last 2 months. I’ve heard that prisoners sometimes miss their cells when they finally get freedom.. wierd and unexpected..

I came home around 6 to find freinds Ryan, Eric and Jake at the house.. It was good catching up with them….

Jake got soem new ink.. Check out the initials.. SMC… Sam, now there’s a good friend !

Before dinner Diane, Gabe Kristin and I did our part of Green Up Day…we cleaned up trash along Duxbury Rd. .as we’ve done for 27 years… Gabe reminded me of the time that Sam found a whole bag of girly magazines in the bushes as we picked up trash….
This year the pickings were good.. but not that interesting…. lots of cans and bottles. Chardonay is the choice of the chug and through crownd.. and Bud Light edged out labatts as the prefered beer of litteres…

As every year we found a fair number of fast food wrappers.. which is suprising becase the closest mcdonalds or bruger king is 15 miles away.. It takes some malice ot drag this sh*t all the way to the woods of jonesville.