I was sitting near the edge of a lake, taking photographs, when I saw my cousin Wendi and one of her friends standing on the docks near the small marina. They were looking in the water, talking to some official looking person that was standing next to them. It seems that Wendi had dropped her jacket into the lake, and she was convincing them that they needed to drain the lake so that she could get it.
Before they did, I snuck over to that area and walked out on one of the boat docks. The path was wide as it went out over the water, until I reached an area that was only about 6" wide. I hopped down onto this beam that was going over the water, and I then realized that I was too scared to turn around and get back on the regular dock - so I'd have to try to run along this beam, back to the shore. I took several steps and was doing okay, then the beam connected to a big log... and when I stepped on the log, it began to roll in the water. I kept going and luckily made it to shore without falling in.
A friend of mine from high school was watching as I did this, and he made some sort of comment about it - and then he told me to look at his bumper on his truck. I was still shocked that I made it all the way without falling into the water, but he didn't want to hear about that. He told me again to look at his bumper, which had fallen off and left only the attaching bolts. I pulled that part the rest of the way off and remarked how it looked like one of those Ab-Flex exercise devices.
I walked back along the shore to where I was taking pictures before and watched them drain the lake. Slowly the water level dropped, and even when the bottom of the lake was visible near the docks where Wendi was, there was no sign of her jacket. The officials were getting mad and then ended up calling her dad. Rick arrived and seemed mad as he walked by me, towards Wendi. Vicki was there as well, and she was just milling around by the shore - getting in the way while I was trying to take pictures of Wendi searching for her jacket.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Napoleon, Erica, Amanda, Tabatha, Stevie, Kelly, Flying...
It was nighttime and I was in the parking lot of Media Play in Columbus, although it was still the Children's Palace store that it was many years ago. I came out of the store and walked past a payphone... stuck my finger in the change slot and found a quarter. At another payphone just a few steps from me was the guy that played Napoleon Dynamite. As I walked towards him he got off the phone and walked to his car. Just to see, I stuck my finger in the change slot of that phone too and found $1.50 in quarters. I yelled to him that I found a bunch of quarters, and he replied "Lucky!"
Just then Stevie came walking out of the store and towards my direction. I told him how I just found a bunch of quarters in the phone, and that there was a baggie sitting next to it full of pennies and nickels, and that he should take it. He freaked out and started running away from me, saying that I was only trying to get him in trouble and that he wasn't going to take it. I grabbed the bag, since he didn't, and I noticed that it also had some tobacco in it - and it was water damaged from sitting in the rain for a while.
I took the bag with me to the parking lot and headed to my car. Amanda was sitting in the car waiting for me, and she saw that I was carrying a bag so she asked me what was in it. As I was explaining to her, I threw the bag away and hit Erica McLaughlin's car. (A girl I went to high school with many moons ago.) Erica and Tabatha picked up the bag, and in the process of fishing out the coins - they started grabbing clumps of the wet tobacco and threw them at us in my car. We were stuck in the parking lot, as there was a lot of traffic waiting to get out of the place, so the clumps kepts hitting me, hitting the car, making a mess of the area. Amanda was mad and wanted to get out and confront the other girls, but I just told her to stay in the car as I jumped all the way in and shut and locked our doors. Tabatha then went driving by in front of my car, shouting something at us. A space in the traffic finally opened up, so we were able to squeeze out and head home.
Once back at the house, it was getting light and Kelly was waiting there for a ride home. He didn't really say or do anything, other than patiently waiting and following me around. In order to get him home, I hopped on this tiny little wooden chair - about the size of my fist - and started to fly. I was still inside the house, and I was still learning how to make the chair fly properly - because every time I would start to get a little too high, the chair would become unstable and I'd have to jump off and land on the ground again. Mom and Genesee were getting annoyed that I couldn't seem to get it right, so I explained to them that I had never flown a chair that small - and that it was hard for me to get a handle on the controls when they were so tony. Eventually we made it out of the house and headed slowly down some back country road.
Just then Stevie came walking out of the store and towards my direction. I told him how I just found a bunch of quarters in the phone, and that there was a baggie sitting next to it full of pennies and nickels, and that he should take it. He freaked out and started running away from me, saying that I was only trying to get him in trouble and that he wasn't going to take it. I grabbed the bag, since he didn't, and I noticed that it also had some tobacco in it - and it was water damaged from sitting in the rain for a while.
I took the bag with me to the parking lot and headed to my car. Amanda was sitting in the car waiting for me, and she saw that I was carrying a bag so she asked me what was in it. As I was explaining to her, I threw the bag away and hit Erica McLaughlin's car. (A girl I went to high school with many moons ago.) Erica and Tabatha picked up the bag, and in the process of fishing out the coins - they started grabbing clumps of the wet tobacco and threw them at us in my car. We were stuck in the parking lot, as there was a lot of traffic waiting to get out of the place, so the clumps kepts hitting me, hitting the car, making a mess of the area. Amanda was mad and wanted to get out and confront the other girls, but I just told her to stay in the car as I jumped all the way in and shut and locked our doors. Tabatha then went driving by in front of my car, shouting something at us. A space in the traffic finally opened up, so we were able to squeeze out and head home.
Once back at the house, it was getting light and Kelly was waiting there for a ride home. He didn't really say or do anything, other than patiently waiting and following me around. In order to get him home, I hopped on this tiny little wooden chair - about the size of my fist - and started to fly. I was still inside the house, and I was still learning how to make the chair fly properly - because every time I would start to get a little too high, the chair would become unstable and I'd have to jump off and land on the ground again. Mom and Genesee were getting annoyed that I couldn't seem to get it right, so I explained to them that I had never flown a chair that small - and that it was hard for me to get a handle on the controls when they were so tony. Eventually we made it out of the house and headed slowly down some back country road.
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