Up by 8 am after going to bed at about 2:30 am. Feeling rested.
Alex, who has property for sale, comes by to talk with Pat and I about his land and some of the experiences related to buying it. That takes us to 11 am.
Sarah D. happens to be at the Juice Factory when I stop by for a Vilca Verde smoothie.
I purchase a copy of Gavin’s book “Passion Paranoia” available at the Juice Factory for $6.
I make a new batch of chocolate with dates, maca, 3 types of chocolate, coconut oil, tahini and honey as suggested by Sarah D..
I take a bunch of the previous batch of chocolate and venture off to Acaiah’s place for her birthday celebration at around 6:30 pm. It’s my first time seeing more of their place. There is full fledged teepee and a field where a stage is being built for the Water Woman Festival.
Birthday Well Wishers
Only Nate, his partner and daughter are at the house. Slowly people come from the new sweat lodge. The sweat lodge is off by the river out of sight. It’s the first time it’s being used.
More and more people arrive until there’s about 20 or so people, The pot luck has lots of food that I like eating.
I chat mostly with Chaska and Tamera.
Frank and Tamera give me a ride back home.
Found a random story generator online http://www.the-elite.net/story-generator/ and here is the result:
It all started when our hyphen-happy protagonist, Kala Tangent, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling very pleased, Kala Tangent groped a ninja star, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). Ever so extemperaneously, she realized that her beloved ring was missing! Immediately she called her bed-friend, Duane Birk. Kala Tangent had known Duane Birk for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Duane Birk was unique. He was charismatic though sometimes a little… pestering. Kala Tangent called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Duane Birk picked up to a very sad Kala Tangent. Duane Birk calmly assured her that most Indonesian devil cats turn red before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually exotically belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Kala Tangent. Why was Duane Birk trying to distract Kala Tangent? Because he had snuck out from Kala Tangent’s with the ring only eight days prior. It was a electric little ring… how could he resist?
It didn’t take long before Kala Tangent got back to the subject at hand: her ring. Duane Birk panicked. Relunctantly, Duane Birk invited her over, assuring her they’d find the ring. Kala Tangent grabbed her hammock and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Duane Birk realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the ring and he had to do it randomly. He figured that if Kala Tangent took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, he had take at least three minutes before Kala Tangent would get there. But if she took the Lincoln? Then Duane Birk would be excessively screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Duane Birk was interrupted by four stupid gerbils that were lured by his ring. Duane Birk cringed; ‘Not again’, he thought. Feeling displeased, he recklessly reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and randomly slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent—the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the imaginery desert, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That’s when he heard the Lincoln rolling up. It was Kala Tangent.
As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of live hand grenades, so she knew she was running late. With a careful leap, Kala Tangent was out of the Lincoln and went exotically jaunting toward Duane Birk’s front door. Meanwhile inside, Duane Birk was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the ring into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his George Foreman grill. Duane Birk was frustrated but at least the ring was concealed. The doorbell rang.
’Come in,’ Duane Birk wildly purred. With a heroic push, Kala Tangent opened the door. ’Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some selfish beer-sloshed tool in a neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket,’ she lied. ’It’s fine,’ Duane Birk assured her. Kala Tangent took a seat exotically proximate to where Duane Birk had hidden the ring. Duane Birk turned red trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. ’Uhh, can I get you anything?’ he blurted. But Kala Tangent was distracted. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Duane Birk noticed a pestering look on Kala Tangent’s face. Kala Tangent slowly opened her mouth to speak.
’…What’s that smell?’
Duane Birk felt a stabbing pain in his armpit when Kala Tangent asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the ring right by his oscillating fan. ‘Wh-what? I don’t smell anything..!’ A lie. A oafish look started to form on Kala Tangent’s face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. ‘Th-th-those are just my grandma’s bananas from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks. She, uh…dropped ‘em by here earlier’. Kala Tangent nodded with fake acknowledgement…then, before Duane Birk could react, Kala Tangent aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The ring was plainly in view.
Kala Tangent stared at Duane Birk for what what must’ve been six seconds. A few freaknasty minutes later, Duane Birk groped sassily in Kala Tangent’s direction, clearly desperate. Kala Tangent grabbed the ring and bolted for the door. It was locked. Duane Birk let out a saucy chuckle. ‘If only you hadn’t been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Kala Tangent,’ he rebuked. Duane Birk always had been a little dimwitted, so Kala Tangent knew that reconciliation was not an option; she needed to escape before Duane Birk did something crazy, like… start chucking potatos at him or something. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, she gripped her ring tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Duane Birk looked on, blankly. ‘What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.’ Silence from Kala Tangent. ‘And to think, I varnished that window frame five days ago…it never ends!’ Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Kala Tangent. ‘Oh. You ..okay?’ Still silence. Duane Birk walked over to the window and looked down. Kala Tangent was gone.
Just yonder, Kala Tangent was struggling to make her way through the secret vineyard behind Duane Birk’s place. Kala Tangent had severely hurt her armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral gerbils suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the ring. One by one they latched on to Kala Tangent. Already weakened from her injury, Kala Tangent yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of gerbils running off with her ring.
But then God came down with His congenial smile and restored Kala Tangent’s ring. Feeling concerned, God smote the gerbils for their injustice. Then He got in His amphibious vehicle and jetted away with the fortitude of 1.2 billion Indonesian devil cats running from a oversized pack of long-haired sea monkeys. Kala Tangent ran with joy when she saw this. Her ring was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in eleven minutes her favorite TV show, I Love Lucy, was going to come on (followed immediately by ‘When spotted wolf hamsters meet hand grenade’). Kala Tangent was overjoyed. And so, everyone except Duane Birk and a few pipe bomb-toting albino cats lived blissfully happy, forever after.
*** L337 Story Generator v1.0
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