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Saturday
15 April 2000

 

 

 

 

6 36 pm pdt   [ many miles ]

I decided to take a long hike while my mom was out of the house at a meeting. Dogs aren't allowed in the state park, so I could only go to the entrance if I took my pooch, though that in itself is a substantial enough walk that most people drive it to start walking at the park entrance. But I decided to go alone. I wore no wallet, watch, id, pager, or jewelry. I was nude beyond my shoes, sweats, underwear, tank top, and sun glasses. At the last minute I grabbed my mum's digital camera.

I happened upon four boys hunting bugs in the field next to my house. I gave them some hunting tips, specifically, to look under large pieces of wood. They had a modest collection of rolley polleys and centipedes in their bucket, which they were proud to show me. The two boys on the left are my neighbors whom I previously talked with. [This is my favorite picture I have ever taken!]

I happened on a stink bug shortly after I left the boys. I considered taking it back to them, but was dissuaded by the fact of its name. I don't know if stink bugs actually stink, but I do know that when they feel threatened they stick their butts up in the air, which causes children to run away squealing "stink bug! stink bug!"

We have several religious communities in my neighborhood, as well as a well know nudist colony. I find the statuary to be the most fascinating.

Half way up the hike to the park entrance, I spotted my house.

The walk to the park is unpaved, and I noticed where the ground split and looked as though it wanted to slip away. The landscape always changes when we have our rare days of rain.

The news had said that it would rain a bit in the next few days, but we had only gotten the lightest of sprinkles and I was certain it wasn't going to start up while I was out.

Wild cucumbers grew abundantly on the side of the road. Also, many of the wild flowers were in bloom. I remembered learning about coyote scat and bird watching and chaparral shrubbery in elementary school.

When I finally reached the park entrance, I passed three people coming out. In my neighborhood, you say hi to strangers you pass, so we exchanged greetings. As I passes by the third person, his cell phone rang. He stopped to answer it. I rolled my eyes. A few steps further, I spotted an interesting rock on the ground. When I was younger, I would have picked it up and carries it with me the whole way for no good reason.

The caves are the best part of the state park. When I was younger, I would have chosen playing in the caves over a trip to Toys "R" Us any day!

My journey started out very grey, and ended with a brilliant sunshine casting long shadows. I walked about four miles, and goodness did my butt hurt when I finally got home!

On the horizon, you can see the San Fernando valley sprawling.

In the opposite direction, you can see the ocean beyond Pacific Palisades. In the other two directions you could see communities nestled in the canyons.

 

 

 

 

11 18 pm pdt   [ burning ]

I am burning very brightly tonight -- flames licking the walls. I want to consume. I have just watched Madame Bovary (1949) with my mum. Is there anything more delicious than a good film?

Sometimes it is so difficult to put my stir of emotions into words, especially when they wash over me in crushing waves. I am unsettled by the power of this current flood, but in no way unhappy about it...

 

 

 

 

two years ago today: "We always say that a year flew by, but you would think after a few decades on the planet we would know how long a year is and say, 'Wow, that year felt just like a year.'"

one year ago today: I didn't write because I was fuming from a rare fight with my dad.

 

 

 

 

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