Ok ok, whatever...

sorry about that.

Eisley...

Come Clean.

I once spent a year growing up with these people. Watching home videos of them as diapered daughters and son. And drawing, and drinking coffee, and being amongst a loud/calm large family. A long time ago.

At least the orange was thinner...

My knees are on fire.
And true, there was a blackpowder runner.

Good Morning Walky Feet

I walked the ten-mile trip to school today, this time leaving a little bit earlier at 6:00am. Nothing quite as dramatic as an owl bombardment this time...

Walking from dark till dawn is a wonder. Certainly, before the sun his made his move there are birds signaling that the time is at hand, and the closer it gets, a sort of peacfull frantic occurs from the mouths of all these birds. It is as if they were doing their best to entice the sun to awaken this morning, and to a great victory, the sun rose in vibrant color.

The trip home was somewhat disenchanted as I detected the beginnings of blisters on my feet. It was also at this time that I realized the many people I passed on the walkway were there for an intent strictly physical. Their shiny enhancing clothes and shoes were a stark contrast to my clumsily put together disintegrating garments. And all the more joy from it.

We finally moved in...

Thats right...We live in Tennessee