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August 2025.
August 29 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 128 (4 months, 8 days)
Temperature: 74°F
Condition: Partly cloudy
Wind: Light from the south
Listening to: nothing
The kids had a day off from school today I guess, since it was standing-room-only at the park. Well, I guess it's on me for waking up so late this morning. Anyway, I'll just have a drive about, then I'll go home and do stair runs for fitness, instead of walking for pleasure.
I'm still pretty distracted from yesterday. I don't want to say why, though.
#2 is never at home anymore. I haven't seen her car in days. She has 2 packages in front of her door. I could theoretically look at the label to find out her name, but that would be an invasion of privacy. Pre-transition, I wouldn't have hesitated to look, but now it seems more personal. I wouldn't break into her flat, why would I break into her privacy?
#8's door is slightly ajar. I can hear their son playing with their puppy.
Nothing else going on here.
August 28 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 127 (4 months, 7 days)
Temperature: 65°F
Condition: Overcast
Wind: Nearly undetectable from the east
Listening to: Lawn maintenance at the softball fields
Back at the park today. This morning, my thoughts are singularly occupied by my best friend's marriage engagement. And no, smart girl, I don't mean Taylor Swift.
I just finished writing my friend's wedding song last night: a hardcore punk song about a husband and wife dismantling the fascist power structure. Her favourite musical genre is hardcore punk, which explains my sudden departure from '80s-sounding synths and drum machines. I hope she likes the lyrics, they're taylor— er, tailor-made for her and her fiancé.
It's gotten me thinking about my own relationships. I know this is the walking journal, not the hidden diary page, but it's what I'm thinking about as I'm walking. I've been in love twice, thought I was in love once, and never really had anyone I'd want to spend my life with. The nearest I came was in college the last time, but it turned out that she was really racist.
I wish the city would do something about the edges of the road. The verge is starting to overtake it, which makes walking on the road somewhat hazardous at times. Like, if a car is coming, or it rained last night or something.
Well, it looks like I was wrong about the new playground. It doesn't have a gate. That's good. You don't think someone would seriously remember to come out here every day and lock and unlock the gate, do you? Especially since the parks and rec department got downsized last year?
I'm sure though: the second someone gets caught lying down on any of these benches, they'll get replaced by "wheelchair accessible" benches. You know, the benches with voids cut out of them so a wheelchair could, theoretically, fit in there? Because having a place to sit is totally a problem that wheelchair users face, you know.
This is the first opportunity I've had to examine the new playground. It's certainly more spacious than the last one, with more swings and more interesting things to play on. It doesn't remind me a thing of the cement one from the '80s that they tore down at Elk Park though.
The people playing tennis are listening to Disney music. Alan Menken mostly. Nice Jewish boy, that Alan. EGOT all the awards.
For a change, I think they're paying more attention to the softball fields than the golf course. Maybe this is a sign of changing tastes? But probably not.
Just because I have a functional car for the first time in years, I'm going to drive around the park again before I leave.
August 27 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 126 (4 months, 6 days)
Temperature: 61°F
Condition: Scattered clouds
Wind: Nearly undetectable from the south
Listening to: Ed Edd n Eddy Character Anthems Playlist
Back to taking strolls around the neighbourhood. It's been far too long since I did this. All the parks are mostly flat, while the neighbourhood isn't. You'd think it is, like Sims 2 style flatness, but it's not. THere's hills a bit. Not like San Francisco type hills or even western Iowa type hills, but as though land-grading was done back in the day when this neighbourhood was being built. I warrant someplace around here, there's a lot of hidden pit-latrines, all filled in, from the days when this was farmland. The farm house is still standing, that's how I know. Given where the doors to the house are, the pits are probably under my flat actually.
This seems to be a bad time to go for a stroll. The sun's come up about 10 minutes ago and everyone is either walking their dogs, smoking their breakfast cigarette, or en route to the morning commute in time to be late enough to work to make them impatient. I remember the feeling. I liked to (I liked to) pretend that I was late for work if the bus was a minute behind schedule. It made me feel human. I know that people (including me) would say "ugh, that's horrible, you're not a slave to the clock", but I didn't feel like a slave. I felt real, experiencing what hundreds of other people were experiencing at exactly the same time they were experiencing it. Say "experiencing" one more time.
I don't guess there's anything preventing me taking those old early-morning, before-the-sun-comes-up strolls like I used to do. Other than the fact I woke up at 6:25 this morning, where if I wanted to walk before the sun came up, I should have gotten up an hour earlier. Oh well, I was dreaming about Nature Preserve Park, what do you want from me here?
I love Nature Preserve Park, and I'm glad the city loves it too. That means it'll be there for a grand long while, so I don't need to go down there every morning like I used to. I can enjoy the trees and lawns of the inner city.
Even though there's so many people about, it still feels like something interesting could happen at any time. Not like an ICE van could drive up and take someone away, but like someone could burst out of their house crying and drive away to somewhere safer. Or some old hoopty drives by and a cute guy my approximate age is singing along to some Devo song. Or a random limousine could trundle up the road carrying some megastar musician and they roll down their window and suddenly I'm giving Kendrick Lamar the directions to Krispy Kreme or something.
Even so, I hope none of those things happen. I'd just like to walk please. Well, the Devo thing, maybe.
I missed my chance to walk through the residence hall carpark. I won't be able to do that again until Christmas break now.
During the winter, when the sun was still just coming up at this time, I remember being able to see the drink dispensers always-on generic "ice cold refreshment" signs through the window of the dining hall. Today, the windows are opaque.
There's a lot of surveyor markings on the pavement here. The most senior of the local telecom duopoly's logo is on the flags, so I presume it has something to do with buried fibre-optic cables.
There used to be a lamp-post here. Now, it's just an empty mounting with frayed wires. I guess more than just trees blew over in last month's windstorms.
Talking of trees, there's a limb that blew off a tree. I don't know what tree it could have come from, since none of the trees that I can see from here show any damage.
Walking past the driveway to the house where that self-entitled white boy in a giant grey pickup decided to park across the walking path right in front of me as I was walking home from the city election. Today, neither he nor his truck is anywhere to be found. The university owns this property, so he probably never returned for the new term.
A lot of the frost heave has been ground down flat. Well, except for this cliff here. There's about 4 inches of height difference between this square of pavement and the rest of the path. Not because of frost heave, but because the storm drains from those 2 houses converge on a single point and the erosion caused this square to sink.
The window of this flat has pro-trans rights banners in it. In amongst other things, "Trans Rights are Human Rights" stands out. Something about drag, that I can't read because the sign is in a cursive typeface that's impossible for me to read without being nearer. Well, at least 1 person around here doesn't want me to leave town by high noon.
This weed encircling the lamp-post and telephone pole by the Spider Tree & Bug Bush has certainly gotten very tree-like. Presumably, it's trying to leech water and chlorophyll from the lamp-post, but no one told it that milled lumber doesn't have either of those.
Someone mowed their lawn and now there's great tufts of grass clippings strewn about the path here. The boat that they mowed around doesn't look like it's been used since the millennium, possibly the mid-'90s.
August 25 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 124 (4 months, 4 days)
Temperature: 55°F
Condition: Scattered clouds
Wind: none
Listening to: Birds, bugs, and planes
I'd been looking forward to today ever since I saw a high temperature of 75°F on the board last week. I decided I absolutely had to go to Nature Preserve Park and walk all the way to the end of the trail loop again. I did this last month too, but I forgot to write about it. It's an absolutely beautiful morning, so I'm going out as soon as I can get my hair brushed!
I'm bringing loads of provisions with me, so I can get the whole "backpacker" experience. I have high-electrolyte trail food with me, but it's not boring old energy bars, it's actual food. It may not exactly be kosher (I have beef jerky and string cheese), but it'll be more fun than just wolfing a Powerbar and dropping the wrapper in the underbrush. Also, I discovered last time that a single 16-ounce water bottle isn't enough, so I was able to find another one of the same kind at the store the other day.
The drive down there is going to be kind of strange. I left during the morning rush hour. Oh well, that's on me. I can make it down there, no problem. See, I'm actually a very good driver. I'm still getting used to the touchy computer-controlled accellerator on this car, but I pride myself on the fact I've never had a traffic collision for all the years I've been driving. I was only pulled over 1 time when I was 18 by a sheriff's deputy who thought I disobeyed a 4-way stop. Fortunately, that was during the last generation of cops, before they all became fascists. He let me off with a warning. Especially since I did not disobey the sign and he had his head up his cream-filled donut at the time. But I have no doubt I'll be able to get down there at rush hour, it'll probably just take a little longer.
Of course, the fact the only routes down to NPP pass through nearly every school zone in town is a little unfortunate, but oh well. I'll watch out for impatient moms and tired dads.
See? What'd I tell you? We're here.
It looks like most of the trees around here weren't hurt by those windstorms we had the other week. One notable exception is the tree I saw a barn owl in once. The limb she was perched on no longer exists.
Mourning dove and rabbit having a chat, I guess. I interrupted them because, like, it's camouflage, isn't it? Between their blending in with the Queen Anne's Lace and my own human brain darting about from one subject to the next, I didn't see them until I scared the bird away. The rabbit doesn't seem to care much that I'm here.
I'm glad they put this path link here. It used to be you had to walk across the grass to get from here to there.
Sure are a lot of barn spiders around here. I don't see them, but I do see their webs. I mean, it's a great place to catch bugs: right here over the creek. Loads of different kinds of flying bugs to catch in your web here. It's so fascinating to watch the spider build her web; she's always so methodical and mathematic about it, without even realising how much her web is admired by human engineers across time.
There's a branch over there that's all wrapped up in silk and its leaves are dead. I wonder if... Yep! Little silkworms! A whole mess of 'em! Hi, little worms! Keep doing your thing. This must be a white mulberry tree, then, mustn't it?
You know what, I was in such a hurry to get onto the trail, I forgot to put on my bugspray. Fortunately, it's right here in my backpack. There's even wet wipes in my first-aid kit that I didn't know about because I've only opened the kit twice. Once after I bought it in 2021, and once when I scratched my arm on the broken remains of a sun-shade that was hanging onto the driver's side window of the new car and I looked in there for a disinfectant. Anyway, that's good because of my Hobbit lunch that I'll be eating later.
"Lunch? Isn't it still 8:15 in the morning?" Yes, but I'm sure it'll be at least 9:00 by the time I get down to the trail loop.
There's a dual-prop airplane up there. Last time I was here, the National Guard was scrambling jets and troop transports to take soldiers down to either the Texas flood zone or the Mexican border, I couldn't figure out which.
Whatever. Not gonna let Donald Trump ruin an otherwise fine hike. It could be a little windier, but it's still a beautiful morning.
The most unexpected effect of my whole transition has been how it completely turned off my spider and bug phobias. Well, that and container gardening. I watched a special on carpenter bees once and, apparently those tan jumping spiders that we have loads of around here like to eat the stuff that eats carpenter bees. Plus, they're just cute, fuzzy little guys with mustaches. Anyway, it really makes it easier walking on nature trails if I'm not constantly getting fight-or-flight because some nondescript black thing with wings just flew at my face.
That having been said, I have nothing but contempt for mosquitos and deer ticks.
Here comes a train. It's pretty noisy, but then, there's a railroad line just over that ridge. The brush is too thick, so I can't see the train, but I sure can hear it.
Back in 2020, I brought my walking stick out here; basically just a tree branch that had fallen down that I cut or broke the limbs off from. It's a fun concept, walking sticks, but in practicality, it's just another thing to co-ordinate the movements of. Anyway, since I got the thing from this park anyway (albeit nearly a hectare away) I decided I didn't need it anymore, so I chucked it down into the brush. After 5 years exposed to fungus and termites and rain and snow, it's probably completely decomposed at this stage.
There's a couple of people coming the opposite way. Retirees with their own walking sticks. Commercial products with a rubber stopper at the end. Could this guy give me a stranger look? Face it, bucko, there's a tranny on this trail. Deal with it.
Yeah, I'm done pretending to be a man for these people. I'm not going to discuss it much because this is just the walking journal, but those kind of people would prefer to see me dead regardless of how I dress, so fuck 'em.
Whoa, wait, hold up. Smell that? That's lavender and wildgrass. Hear all those bugs? See those clouds and that great wide-open expanse of grasses and shrubs? This is the reason why I came out here today. This is where I wanted to be. I'm just gonna stop right here and take it all in for a few minutes.
That's good enough. We're gonna be out here for at least another 2 hours, so plenty of time to take in even more nature. Let's carry on, shall we?
Here's the new camera mount that the city put in to record the changing landscape. The idea is, you take your phone and set it in the metal rangefinder, then you take a picture and send it to an email address, where an automated process will put it into a database for tracking changes. I wonder how much porn has been dumped into that address for the lulz? Probably not as much as others, since you actually have to come out here to this mounting to see the email address.
I remember coming out here with my Nintendo DSi in 2010 and taking a whole lot of pictures of dumb stuff like clouds and grass. I also got a few selfies, because the Nintendo DSi didn't have the capability of being constantly monitored by the Five Eyes. Of course, I didn't really think about stuff like that back then. I was, what, 19?
FOr the most part, with the exception of this trail, which is crushed limestone now instead of tamped-down grass, nothing much has changed about this area in that amount of time. Honestly, the trail is an improvement, even though they re-routed a bit of it to take it further away from the railroad line.
There's still an old fence between the trail and the railroad. Realistically, I don't think it's been touched in 70 years. Well, except the time those guys escaped the jail and ran away through the park. I still don't know how they got over the creek, but more power to 'em. Fuck this "tough on crime" society. The police department wanted to install security cameras in the park after that, but the mayor dragged his feet on it for about 7 years and then redirected that money to building more roundabouts. That was the only good thing Chris Bite-Me ever did for this city. I mean, roundabouts suck, but security cameras suck worse.
Here comes another train. This time, we're at the only crossing gate in the park, so I can watch it go by. Oh, what?! It's an Amtrak train! Passengers rather than goods! I'm surprised there's still a train that runs this line at all, considering whoever's in charge of the DOT right now gutted or rolled back all of Pete Buttcheese's reforms. Oof. Again, not going to let DOnald Trump ruin an otherwise fun hike. Regardless of whatever far-right influencer is in charge of the DOT, the fact is that I just saw an Amtrak train, so yes. They still run on this line. Hm. Yes, good.
I'm starting to get kind of hungry. I'm glad the trail loop is nearby. I can sit and eat my food. It's going to taste great, considering how today's been going! Oingo Boingo on the way down here, high clouds and cool temperatures outside, all the lavender and wildgrass you can smell, and I even got to see a passenger train. I'm really glad I came out here today. Like, I'm gonna be feeling this trek in my feet tomorrow, but I'll remember what happened yesterday and go "yeah, it's worth it."
Since I'm so far away from home right now and in no danger of doxxing myself, here are some pics I took.
August 22 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 121 (4 months, 1 day)
Temperature: 69°F
Condition: Scattered clouds
Wind: Light from the south
Listening to: Lawnmowers and highway traffic
I went to Peanut-shaped Park again because I want to get back into the habit of using my new car for things. She's a dependable girl so I don't want to just leave her to waste away in the carpark like I did to the sedan.
There's always a guy in a white truck who parks under the tree in the softball carpark and just sits in the truck bed, looking at his phone. Oh well, what is a park for?
Before COVID, there were never this many people at the park this early in the morning. A couple of retirees walking their dogs, but that was it. There's at least a dozen people here now, not counting the maintenance crew as it's their job to be here doing this stuff. But, here's a guy jogging on a rather erratic course, 2 people on the trail, people on the tennis court, about 6 people just sitting in their cars looking at their phones, that sort of thing.
It looks like they replaced the numbers on the softball fields. The last lot were in pretty rough shape. The 3 fell off a couple years ago and I decided to claim salvage rights when no one came by to put it back up or remove it for 2 weeks. So, now I have this 16" tall aluminium sign with the number 3 on it in 500-point Helvetica Bold. THe signs they replaced the old ones with are in Highway Gothic (NOT Clearview! Even God doesn't know how much I hate Clearview.)
The sun's in my eyes, but have to walk on the road. No choice in the matter.
THere should be more benches in this park. Like, so many. But this city is so pants-shittingly afraid of homeless people that they'll do everything short of burning the park to the ground to ensure that no one gets to sit down anywhere. There's a splintery old wooden slab bench from the '80s over by the basketball court, but I've never seen anyone interact with it except to put their foot on it to tie their shoe.
Days like this, I kind of miss Pokemon Go. Do I though? Do I genuinely miss the game itself? Or do I just miss the brainspace I was in back when I was playing the game here all the time? That's something that people have a hard time deciding about the so-called "good ol' days". Were the days really good? Or do you just miss being there in the frame of mind you had at the time? I can go to the Play Store right now and download PokeGo again and start playing it like I used to, but would that really make me happy? No. It would not.
Not much else to say, I guess.
August 7 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 106 (3 months, 16 days)
Temperature: 90°F
Condition: Cloudy
Wind: Light from the south
Listening to: nothing
Stair run time! This damned heat and humidity has trapped me indoors, but my flat comes with a Stairmaster built right into it, so let's use it.
Oestradiol dissolving under my tongue. I haven't even had breakfast yet.
A woman crying her eyes out in #5. She sounds like I do when I have an Episode.
Dishes being noisily shifted about in #3. There's a strange car in the carpark, you don't suppose #3's shifting flats, do you? She's been here most of her life. So have I.
There's still a spiderweb on the riser of the back staircase and a dead stinging insect stuck to an old spiderweb on the back door.
What does the janitor even do anymore? He doesn't do the hoovering, obviously. I guess he takes out the rubbish from the laundry room and that's all.
The clouds make it seem like it's 20 degrees cooler outside, but it's only an illusion. I remember trying to tolerate humidity many years ago, but that didn't last longer than a couple days.
Dead spider on the landing near the letterboxes. Probably no one saw it and trod right on it en route upstairs.
#8 letting her dog out the back door. I'm dressed full-fem, I hope she's not one of those people.
August 3 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 102 (3 months, 12 days)
Temperature: 64°F
Condition: Overcast
Wind: None
Listening to: "Africa" (from TOTO IV, Toto, 1982 Columbia)
Don't let that 64F temperature fool you. THe humidity is 89% and the dewpoint is 62°. I'm walking through an invisible wall of water right now.
Why subject myself to this hell? Well, A, it's not nearly as hellish as it's been lately or it's going to get next week. B, it's Sunday so there's not likely to be anyone about. C, I remember all those diary entries I made when I was going slowly mad from being stuck inside for weeks on end and I don't care how humid it is, I don't want to go back to that.
Well, I thought there'd be no one about. Here comes a little girl on her bike. She's not using stabilisers, which is what I like to see, but her rear tyre is completely flat. She's dressed like Coco Chanel or some high-fashion designer, right down to the Elton John style star-shaped sunglasses. I remember being that age, riding my pedal go-kart pretending to be Luigi in Mario Kart 64 and being in my own little world, much as I imagine this girl is right now, so I won't say anything to her. THere was nothing so annoying as having to drop kayfabe because an adult spoke to me.
It's still pretty desolate around here compared to the regular fall term. I imagine the summer semester is almost over at this stage. Pretty soon, the next lot will be coming in for fall and spring, so I should probably take this last opportunity to walk through the residence hall carpark... but I'm not. Quite honestly, it's been so long since I've been out here that I'm not totally sure I'd be able to make it all the way around. Of course I did have that 4-mile hike at Nature Preserve Park the other week, so that's got to count for something. I'll just do my circuit from last September. I'll turn up here by the frat house.
Okay, maybe not. There's an old lady walking her dog on the road I was going to turn down, so... we'll just carry on down to the sorority house.
Nope, not here either. There's an old guy in a navy service hat sitting on the retaining wall. I guess it's our regular circuit then.
Nope, not here either! There's a middle-aged woman in an America shirt playing jingoist post-9/11 country and western out of her smartphone coming down the road toward me. Look, I can't make it all the way down to Numerical Avenue, I'll just have to cross on the diagonal and walk on the opposite side of the road from usual.
Considering it's sunday, I don't see any cars in the church carpark. This is the same church where they hold the elections. In its defence, it does have that "All Are Welcome Here" rainbow-coloured orchid sign out front. But I just wonder if the one who made that sign actually realises just how many kinds of people are in an "all". The existence of transgender, agender, and non-binary people seems to consistently come as a complete surprise to gay-rights allies.
And, here's some more people. A couple of college-age looking blokes walking on the other road. Fortunately, they don't look like they're going to change sides of the road, so that's them gone.
Somehow this section of pavement has managed to get even worse in the 2 months since I was down here last. Well, I mean, they don't fix the frost heave, do they. They just let the grass and weeds shoot out the cracks until you can't tell there's a path here anymore.
I might be the only one who walks here, actually.
This hedge has little blue flowers growing out of it. I also see a garden spider busily mending her web. I hope she catches lots of bugs there.
The flowers over by the coffee-scented fence are almost pure RGB magenta.
August 1 2025
Days since military dictatorship: 100 (3 months, 10 days)
Temperature: 69°F
Condition: Hazy to the point of being overcast
Wind: Undetectable from the southwest
Listening to: Rhythm of Youth (Men Without Hats, 1983 Sire), coming from my phone speaker in the top pocket of my backpack
After way longer than I'd like to think about, I can finally get back out here! Since my car has a freshly-new battery (which I had to pay $225 to have installed) and the temperature isn't like the caldera of an active volcano, I decided to come to the park. Just Peanut Park, since it's too far to get to Observatory Lake or Nature Preserve Park without getting petrol first, and I haven't got the right supplies with me for either of those places anyway. So, Peanut Park it is.
But, yeah, apart from a 4-mile trek out to the end of Nature Preserve Park's bike trail on the 13th of July which I forgot to write about, this is the first time I've been out for a stroll in nearly 2 months. It'll be the weekend tomorrow, so I'll limit myself to around the neighbourhood at home, but I have to get out. I'm going stir-crazy in that flat!
Also, we're coming up on the 1-year anniversary of the Walking Journal this month, so, right.
There's a wildfire in Canada that the jetstream and a high-pressure cap are bringing down here, but right now, it still smells like the park. It'll smell like smoke at this time tomorrow, of course. It's kind of strange: between the smoke and the natural morning fog, you can't see out for more than a couple miles, but you can see up. There's some cold-air cirrus clouds up there and blue sky. But the haze is slowly creeping in.
I'm dressed full fem today. Leggings, tight shirt that shows off my D-cups, Louise Belcher-style pigtails, lipstick, eyeshadow. Honestly, I don't care if something bad happens to me. This is who I am, deal with it or blow me away. You've got options, I don't. I'm tired of detransitioning everytime I leave my house (unless I'm going in a tow truck to the mechanic's; then and only then will I put on the "white Republican male" kayfabe).
I can't see the other side of Walmart from here, that's how hazy it is.
Squirrels running up and down the Politics Tree to my left. I call it that because, whenever I'm making a verbal journal entry as I walk here, I stop under that tree to talk about politics. THat was where last March I told myself I was going to drive to Canada and damn the consequences if Trump won the election. Well, I couldn't because my sedan broke down. Now I don't care anymore.
Why am I talking about this? Hey, there's a dog! He's living his best life in the car with the window down so he can catch a breeze as his human drives around the park.
It looks like the bus is stopped over by Walmart. That's the same bus I took to the terminal last September to get a bus pass for jury duty. Ugh, now there's a box of spiders that doesn't need opening.
Come on, Tina! This is a fine day at the park! Surely you can think of something that isn't how bad the past sucked.
Well, it's sort of personal, but there's a white sedan parked in the very last parking stall before the pathway joins the bike trail. I can almost imagine me sitting there in 2021 deciding I wanted to transition for real. After all the months debating with myself, that was where I finally decided I needed a change. Right there in stall #1 next to the kerbside bin.
Standing in the shade. A breeze I hadn't noticed before. Lots of little birds divebombing all the bugs that the lawnmower scared up a couple minutes ago.
I wonder how hard it would be to vault over that divider between the trail and the road? I've been wondering that for most of a decade and still haven't tried it. Maybe this year sometime?
Half of a garter snake. Looks like he lost in a fight with a hawk. Oh well, I like garter snakes, but I like hawks too, and a hawk's gotta keep her strength up. I guess, if there's a snake here, there must be mice nearby. I've never seen a mouse here, just at Nature Preserve Park, and that one was dead.
They're just never going to resurface this road, are they? There've been huge potholes here at the crossroads of the carpark and the road since we moved here 1000 years ago. They closed the entire park for a single pothole over by the maintenance road back in 2018 but never actually filled the hole in. Who knows how this city's parks and rec department thinks. All I know for certain is that, during the drought a few years ago, everything was brown and shrivelly except for the golf courses, which were all verdant and lush and green, and for what? A couple tech CEOs who weren't even there to golf in the first place?
Anyway, I hope those little birds under my car don't get hurt when I turn the car on. I think that one even flew up into the undercarriage. What business could they possibly have up there? I saw a tiny little spider climbing around on the footplate yesterday as I was adjusting my sock before going into the store. Maybe there are other spiders up there and the birds are having an early elevenses? I'm rocking the car back and forth before I get in, just to let the birds know something about their perch is about to change very soon.
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