buh bye bi meowwwwww

FISHY! WHY! ARE! YOU! SLEEEEEEEEEEEEPINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

what do i miss most about good old gettysburg? the peacefulness. i'm not talking the creeping silence walking across the battlefied, as if the zombie rebels are about to help the south rise again. i'm talking backroads, take three wrong turns and end up at the right place peacefulness. the kind that i can usually tell if there's some life form within 500 ft that doesn't belong.

sure, cities offer me more complex social scenes to dominate. but when i'm climbing in my window at 6 in the morning, i still here car horns, music, and drunkards in the street. just this past week, my senora decided that it was a necessary life change to fall asleep in the living room with the tele BLARING. granted, her telenovelas are probably more important to her than gaga is to me. but still. i long for the days of falling asleep on top of my pillow instead of under it.

i missssss sitting down by my creek during the day just to chill. i miss reading on the patio with libby. i miss laying in the hammock with libby at my feet. i miss walking in the field with libby. its freezing at home right now, and this is usually the time that libby and i move from our outside naps to curling up by the fire inside to nap. sometimes i let her on the couch to nap with me. dogz r00l.

she's getting old though... makes me really sad. i get that feeling of your stomach in your throat when i watch her struggle to stand up after laying down for awhile. i notice she doesn't run as quickly after her tennis ball, nor does she have the endurance she used to. i have nightmares that she's going to pass away before i can get home to her. probably some of the most terrifying nightmares i've ever had.

she's the prettiest! i miss that rug too.

i'm getting older too. i spent the entire summer resting for spain. i feel as though my efforts here have been commendable at best. perhaps its just because i dont work out like i used to. i attempt to run at least once a week. my recovery time is severely off point. just playing a 45 minute soccer game nearly KILLED me. my joints crack all the time. i can't even walk around a museum without scoping out the next spot to sit down.

what's nice about getting old and withered is i pay more attention to others whom are also old(er) and withered(er..?) meh. lemme hit ya with some ejemplos! i enjoyed talking to a portuguese couple on the bus behind me today who gave me some cool facts about lisbon. i was in no rush to end the conversation i had with our 50 year old waiter today as we compared portuguese and spanish cuisine. i also didn't mind talking to some old guy huddled under doorway during a recent monsoon even though he was only interested in telling me how awful the current spanish administration is. although, i can't quite tell if this new desire to slow down is a result of my aging, or i'm adjusting to the slower pace of European life. our tour guide told us at the end of our tour to slow down, not worry about problems, and forget about diets and obligations. i know people say that all the time, but maybe it was hearing her say it in portuguese, english, and spanish that made it stick out to me. fweird.

goal for tomorrow: find a portuguese phrase book.

i'm not big into trippy shit, but i always appreciate the color scheme. SINUS my people own refractory lighting?