Super tired. Ready for bed. Thinking about..... cell phones.
Remember back in the day when we had land lines? It cost like ten bucks a month? Ah well. Life marches on. Long gone are the days when you could ride your dirt bike down the dusty trail to the quarry. Long gone are the days when you could tip toe through the woods to the viaduct and hang under the bridge. Long gone are the days of the rope swing that hung high off the tree. We'd have to climb up the quarry house to get to it - then a big leap aaaannnnnd splash! In the quarry the little fish would nip at my toes and there were turtles and tad poles. Now its bricked in and they capitalized the quarry by putting paddle boats in and fenced it all off - probably got a TIFF passed to do it all. The old fashioned fire escapes are all long gone now too. Those were always a blast to climb up. Since I'm editing last night's journal (good thing too because there were a lot of spelling errors - teat instead of treat? I had to laugh and say, okay, time to edit!), I will tell you that in the near future I will talk about the joy of climbing up the fire escapes of Old Main, a giant beautiful limestone building in the center of town. In my opinion, kids should be allowed to do those things - like - it should be a given. Like a ritual of growing up. It was for me - but it was for some people I knew even more so. It is the things writers can base movies and novels of off. It is a coming of age story. Now, everything around here is so stringent. I would even say it is built upon the idea of a police state - police officers everywhere doing their thing. Seems like if more cops wanted to show they cared,they’d treat it more than just a job. They’d treat it like a lifestyle. I will say, I did get a very sympathetic gesture from a police officer the other day when I asked him for his name. I could tell he felt bad actually the whole time. He cared and it meant a lot. But what really got me was I wasn't sure how to address him: Sargent, Officer so-in-so, etc. So I asked him. He replied that I probably just want to call him asshole. I almost cried I thought it was so sweet. ] (Somehow, right about here, I fell asleep. I would feel bad - but I have come to discover that all this training has given me narcolepsy. I believe it is contagious actually and that I actually contracted it from my training partner as I watched him request a cup of coffee as he sat on my couch and fell asleep. He may not even know but I drank the first one I made for him since he was drooling on himself. When he awoke, I made another. He actually took it in his hand. Not three minutes after leaving the room I hear a yelp! Yep. Hot coffee all over the couch. He fell asleep. I will have you know, dear reader, there were absolutely zero alcoholic beverages involved in this evening. Heck, after all the 3:45am and 5am wake ups for training, I haven't really even had a chance to touch the Deschutes in my fridge actually!) (Anyway, this is how the story ends... ) I’ll have you know I just fell asleep and woke up. OK so half - ish will have to do. over and out. gn.
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