I don’t know what to do with a crazy person.  I don’t mean someone like me, harmlessly crazy, wacky.  I mean genuinely delusional, fucked in the head, crazy.  Ought to be in a hospital somewhere crazy.  That kind of crazy.  What do you do with a person like that who refuses to acknowledge reality despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary?  Fuck if I know.  So I’ll do nothing, which is fine with me because I have my own damn life to live, I don’t need to be fucking with a bunch of crazy assholes.

Culling those parts of our lives that cause stress is a freeing and strangely painful process.  I liken to when my Dad died.  I cried, but not because he was dead, I was actually glad and felt as if I’d been released from some invisible prison.  No, I cried because that dream had never died until he did.  The dream of having the Dad who scrutinized my boyfriends, protected me, took care of me.  That dream died when he did and THAT hurt like a motherfucker.

It’s a similar feeling when you give up on someone.  But like the man said, you gotta know when to fold.

Paula and I went to a local state park, one near and dear to us both, to see the results of our severe drought. It was breathtaking to view. My shitty cellphone photos don’t do it justice. At all.  But click on them anyway, really, it’s amazing.

This is the boat dock for the rentals at the park. Normally there are boats in those slots, even the first one. In the area are signs warning of the dangerous soft and deep mud.

Normally all underwater.

The lake bed used to be dry land. This is a picture of the remains of a bridge on a road that once crossed the creek before it was dammed up. You can still see the tire ruts in the road and the way it curves across the bottom of the lake. We figured this is probably the first time it’s seen dry air since the area was flooded.
We took a side trip to see the spillway (bone dry, of course) and found nothing but a few stagnant pools in the ravine. Usually it’s a happily bubbling creek. About the time I realized how high up we were (I have a slight phobia) Paula , talking about the way the sides of the ravine lean, says, “Kinda makes you wonder what we’re standing on, doesn’t it?” Damn her.

It was pretty neat there, we walked around for about 3 hours and let the dogs play and swim. Fun times and a much needed break!

For Real Yo’.

Terrist rodents! Fuck!

We’re running out of human soldiers for sacrifice, but that’s ok, we have backups.

Not a squirrel.