January 09, 2005
just a saturday...
Quinton had another basketball game today and I went to see it. His team won 18-13 and my boy played a pretty good game. He missed one easy lay-up after stealing an inbounds pass, but I KNOW that he can make that shot. I've seen him do it. I think he just needs to break the ice ONCE and scoring won't be so difficult anymore.
After I came home, I went for a walk in the woods. I took a .22 rifle with me, but I didn't shoot it. I just found a nice, open space under the trees and I sat for a while. I like being in the woods. If you lay your head back against a tree and just LISTEN for a while, you'll discover that the "quiet" woods are never silent. You just don't usually hear those noises if you aren't paying attention. I payed attention today.
I stayed there until darkness drove me back home. I thought about watching a reverse sunset (that's where you watch nightfall close up the sky from the OTHER SIDE, opposite where the sun goes down), but some clouds moved in and screwed up my intentions. I got back home just in time to watch the Jets beat the Chargers on TV.
I was born too late. I wish I could say, "piss on this," saddle a mule, pack some provisions and head off over the mountain just to see what was on the other side. But the frontier is history, and the closest I'll ever get to seeing the other side of the mountain is to sit in the woods a half-mile from my house on a Saturday afternoon and think for a while. I had a lot to think about today.
What the hell. That beats living in New York City.
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