Goodbye, Cruel World
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Life is nasty, brutish, and short, saith Thomas Hobbes. I’ve always suspected he’s right, but I’m so insulated by modern culture that the nature, red in tooth and claw, is safely outside my air-conditioned split level.
That is about to change. We’re going camping. For three days. We’ll have to catch and kill our own food, fashion blankets out of moss and a lean-to from the brush we cut down with our stone tools. We’ll be literally at the foot of the dam you see in this picture. I hope it’s solid.
But here’s the real horror: we’re going with my in-laws! All 125 of the extended family. So help me, if the dirt and the sun and the rock-hard ground don’t do me in, they will. The five are all excited, of course, except for Girl 16, who gets excited about very little having to do with family. They don’t know any better, the poor dears.
If I don’t return, I bequeath my leather journal to Samson Agonistes. (Don’t worry, it’s empty.) My “I was here” t-shirt to Michelle of Molkland. The rest of you can fight over the Dodge Caravan, in which there’s no way to look cool.
July 4th, 2008 at 6:13 pm
Ah, Boy 13 gets his vision quest after all.
This sounds like a lotta fun! Hope you have a blast!
July 5th, 2008 at 12:11 am
I will cherish the journal if you don’t make it. Let it be a testament to all that was in your heart and mind. Wait, did you say it’s empty? I expect to hear news of the trip. Goodbye cruel world! Indeed!
July 6th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
Ooo!!!