For those of you who don’t know, I’m doing the “Currents” section of Diarist.net. In the same period of hilarity that prompted me to e-mail the ring members of Poison Ivy, I also e-mailed Ryan (the webmaster of Diarist.net), and suggested a topic, as well as asking about the status of that section. I addressed him as “Mr. Boss Man” in the e-mail.
He suggested that I was welcome to do the write-up for it, if I was so inclined. The period of hilarity lasted long enough for me to tell him I’d be glad to do so. I don’t understand my own motivations sometimes. So I’m looking for entries written about the situation in Kosovo...I’ve already got plenty of entries from the folks over at Diary-L, but I’m looking for others. I don’t just want to be linking to the same over-popular journals that seem to get much more traffic than their content seems to warrant (I exclude a lot of really great popular journals from this judgement, so no angry e-mails, please.).
Cathy called me yesterday evening....I’ve been more than remiss in returning her e-mails. She wanted to get her book, “The Silver Wolf,” back from me, and loan me a couple others. To tell the truth, I desperately needed new reading material. I told her to contact me if she ever wanted to get together during the week, since my parents no longer put restrictions on me as to the days I can go out. “Red as Blood,” one of the books she loaned me, is a collection of fairy tales (some of them classics), that have been given a slightly more evil twist. I don’t think a single one of them has a happy ending. It’s not the original versions of the stories....I know those, and they’re pretty gruesome. These are worse.
Dirk dragged me on a walk last night. I may have mentioned that I am not a big fan of the woods at night. Especially after I read about all the horrible things coyotes do to people....and their territory is expanding closer to my area with each passing year. I even heard on the radio...perhaps 5-6 months ago, of them causing trouble in a town just a little south of Fredericksburg. I don’t think there’s any in my town, though. Far too overpopulated – but I was wrong about all the deer being gone, wasn’t I?
I digress. Dirk insisted we go on a walk, and it was really nice, even though I’m not accustomed to physical exertion outside of the bedroom. We went along this one abandoned dirt road through the forest at dusk, talking about the similarity of his flashlight to the ones in a sci-fi story I saw a few weeks ago. Then there was a rustle of something running from tree to tree, and we couldn’t get a fix on it with the flashlight. Probably a squirrel, but you never know...another rustle came from right behind us, and we decided it was time to turn back. Dusk had settled completely at this point, and the trees looked like they were made of smoke. It was much more beautiful than I remembered, and I even forgot to think of coyotes.
Afterward, Dirk and I stopped to get something to drink, then drove up to Manassas. We didn’t have a particular destination in mind, and we simply drove until we were at the last shopping center before I-66 and the battlefields. The road past the battlefields is long and winding, with no place to easily turn around. So we decided we didn’t need to see the battlefields.
I’m trying to let Dirk know just how much I appreciate him, and how much I enjoy spending time with him. I don’t ever want him to think that I don’t think he’s important or worthwhile. We’ve been getting along better than ever for the past couple of days.
My parents went to a lot of effort to get me Marshmallow Peeps last night. They got me the ones that are nominally chick-shaped. I’d specified blue as my color preference, but my mother got a bit mixed-up and heard “yellow.” That’s alright. Yellow Peeps are classic. I spent about ten minutes just staring at the little Peeps in the box when I got home last night. I don’t think I’m going to eat them. They’d be sad if I ate them.
Someone gave me a Marshmallow Bunny. The nasty ones that feel hard when you press down on them. I’m not eating it, because I think it’s most likely toxic.
My Siamese fighting fish dances to Tool songs. I thought you might like to know.