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lykomancerToday was a great day, and it's really because of Annie. I knew I should probably go outside and enjoy the gorgeous sunny, warm weather, but I was pretty content sitting behind my computer and contemplating smut-writing until Annie came in and asked for a blanket to take outside and sunbathe naked on.
So I went outside too, and laid around for about an hour in the delicious, skin-crisping sunshine, eating incredibly tasty oatmeal raisin cookies with Annie and Marybeth. Then Annie got the idea to go wading/swimming (naked) in the ravine.
For those of you reading this who are not familiar with Northland College geography, let me enlighten you. The majority of the campus lies on the south-east side of a steep-edged, wooded ravine, at the bottom of which flows the Bay City Creek. It runs straight along one edge of the campus main, behind one Hall, one dormitory, and the town houses, and under two wooden bridges before executing a smooth curve around the far western edge of Northland, coiling behind another dorm and the soccer field.
Bay City Creek is a small little stream, narrow enough to jump over at its thinnest and so shallow in some sections that it doesn't really even flow in the heat of summer, but lies in deep, still, stagnant pools. White suckers swim up it every spring to spawn, and it hosts a variety of other smaller fish.
I always knew the creek was deep enough for swimming, especially now, after we've have a week of spring rain... but I never knew how deep. I've fallen in a few times, but I generally got out extremely quickly, not noting depth of the water.
Lemme tell you, it's deeper than I thought! After wandering far enough along the trail that we were more or less safe from prying eyes, we stripped and Annie waded in. It's very interesting...you step, step (water to your ankles), step and WHOOSH! you're up to your waist or further. The first hole we went in was deep enough that, treading water up to my neck, I didn't touch bottom.
We found a shallower, more still section and skinny-dipped for probably close to two hours, then got dressed, wandered over to the cafe and got some food, then I changed into warmer clothes and played lazy-man soccer for an hour and a half.
Hell, I even did my reading for class tonight. I feel pretty good. I did a lot more yesterday and today than I usually do, and I'm glad.
This entry took me a long time to write because Kris called as I began, and we talked for at least forty minutes about the state of affairs in this great nation. I think we're going to try to organize a "Shawshank" style letter-writing campaign. (Write a letter every week until you get a response; if the response is not what you wanted, begin writing two letters a week. Keep increasing number of letters until there is an appropriate response.) We figure if we inundate Congress, the Senate, the President, the media, etc, with letters, faxes, and emails almost constantly, they might actually listen to us.
Or we'll be abducted in the night and never be heard from again. *shrug*
So I went outside too, and laid around for about an hour in the delicious, skin-crisping sunshine, eating incredibly tasty oatmeal raisin cookies with Annie and Marybeth. Then Annie got the idea to go wading/swimming (naked) in the ravine.
For those of you reading this who are not familiar with Northland College geography, let me enlighten you. The majority of the campus lies on the south-east side of a steep-edged, wooded ravine, at the bottom of which flows the Bay City Creek. It runs straight along one edge of the campus main, behind one Hall, one dormitory, and the town houses, and under two wooden bridges before executing a smooth curve around the far western edge of Northland, coiling behind another dorm and the soccer field.
Bay City Creek is a small little stream, narrow enough to jump over at its thinnest and so shallow in some sections that it doesn't really even flow in the heat of summer, but lies in deep, still, stagnant pools. White suckers swim up it every spring to spawn, and it hosts a variety of other smaller fish.
I always knew the creek was deep enough for swimming, especially now, after we've have a week of spring rain... but I never knew how deep. I've fallen in a few times, but I generally got out extremely quickly, not noting depth of the water.
Lemme tell you, it's deeper than I thought! After wandering far enough along the trail that we were more or less safe from prying eyes, we stripped and Annie waded in. It's very interesting...you step, step (water to your ankles), step and WHOOSH! you're up to your waist or further. The first hole we went in was deep enough that, treading water up to my neck, I didn't touch bottom.
We found a shallower, more still section and skinny-dipped for probably close to two hours, then got dressed, wandered over to the cafe and got some food, then I changed into warmer clothes and played lazy-man soccer for an hour and a half.
Hell, I even did my reading for class tonight. I feel pretty good. I did a lot more yesterday and today than I usually do, and I'm glad.
This entry took me a long time to write because Kris called as I began, and we talked for at least forty minutes about the state of affairs in this great nation. I think we're going to try to organize a "Shawshank" style letter-writing campaign. (Write a letter every week until you get a response; if the response is not what you wanted, begin writing two letters a week. Keep increasing number of letters until there is an appropriate response.) We figure if we inundate Congress, the Senate, the President, the media, etc, with letters, faxes, and emails almost constantly, they might actually listen to us.
Or we'll be abducted in the night and never be heard from again. *shrug*
