Yesterday, Ray and I went to the lake and sailed with Dick Lutin on his boat. It was great. The wind was perfect for sailing and the air smelled fresh. I wish I could have stayed there all day, but Ray and I made plans for another BBQ at the Dorsey's. On our way out, though, Ray's car got a flat tire, and it took quite some time to get the spare on. Poor Ray.
After we finally got on our way, we went to the BBQ and met up with all of our friends, ate burgers and played dominos (courtesy of Tim).
Later that evening, Ray, Matt H., Tim, Rachel, Joe and I went to Fountain Square to watched the fireworks. We marveled at the chaos in the sky as all the fireworks that ever existed went off. It was beautiful, but I began to tire after the downtown show. With all the people and noises, my mind was starting to get agitated and nervous. I drove home paranoid as I heard booms and cracks. When I got to my home, I was blocked by teens at a punk/rock show, trying to act "cool" and with my agitation, wanting to kick them - but I didn't, because all I wanted to do was hit the hay. They were in the gym, too. Throwing balls with all there might at the wall that is adjacent to my apartment. I sighed and recited the mantra "I will be moved away from here soon, I will be moved away from here soon, I will..." Almost on the train to sleepytown, when BOOM! I awoke. Again.
This continued for at least 30 minutes, until the fireworks and basketball finally subsided.
It feels like a Monday today.
