I decided to ride a few miles down the road to the dollar movies (which is all my post Xmas budget allows - refer to my previous post for, um, elaboration).

Anyone who didn't sleep through Geometry class knows that the shortest distance between 2 points is a straight line. I didn't take that route.
I stopped at the park to read a lil bit and roll around with meself. I had all I needed.

Marry Poppins had her bag. I have a nappy backpack from frickin high school that weathered me through college and then some. Obviously. My 10 year-old shoelace keeping the fucker shut as shut can be. And while Mary Poppins pulled a frickin' floorlamp out of her goodie bag, mine is quite capable of holding its own spoonful of medicine as well. Yeah. Books and the camera and magazines and my journal and my cell and my "water" bottle and you get the picture. Everyone loves to see the Local Lush flopping all over the park, riding by dangerously close to their kids. HICCUP.

Park sounds are much more intimate when your ear is actually in the grass. Mmmm heavy breathing of dogs as they're let loose in the park. Sing-songy chattering of kids in the distance. Squeeky and gravelly and wheezing tire sounds everywhere. Soccer balls being kicked somewhere. Birds birds birds. I guess I can't complain too much about Arizona. This is January.

Um. I guess I don't need thisseer talkin box no more.