More, Stones

I woke up today and did a pastel in the morning light before I ate or took my medicine. It looked like an eye. I microwaved some tuna casserole, and ate that for breakfast along with some strawberry kefir. I popped my Paxil and an Ativan and then went up into the woods to check the tree sap - maybe this was done the other way around. I began raking more leaves, on the part of the yard next to the driveway. I raked a lot and moved on to other parts of the yard as well, raking the stairs and piling them down near the road, where the neighbors park their pickup trucks. Although I wore gloves, I still got blisters and popped those blisters between my thumb and index finger, where the rake slid up and down. I got the mail or something.

I watched some television with Mike, and then Erica walked over. We ditched the idea of visiting Mr. Penny at our old High School for the day, and instead I tried to show her how to throw a pot on the potter's wheel. Mike watched and it was fun for me, though I'm not sure how much either of them enjoyed it. I'm not sure I am a very good teacher, and in the end I think I mostly everything for her. She needs to learn that some things take practice before you can get what you want. This is advice that I do not practice. Quite obvious from this angle.

Erica said Alex might be waiting at her house. So we began to ride bikes over, but as we reached the bottom of the first hill Alex called her and told her that he had not left yet, but that he would be at my house in about an hour. Erica wanted to go for a bike ride though, so we rode and rode until we got to the cemetery. There we bumped into my mum, and we loaded some nice stones into her car. We found some stones which had fossiles crumbling out of them. There were also iron stones which rubbled like red chalk. We rode our bikes home, but Alex had still not arrived. I went up and got more sap, and when I returned my mum had dinner almost finished. There was asparagus-squash soup and some pitas. I watched the final blue hues of twilight fade to black, and talked to Erica a little bit. Our conversations are a little funny, never full, and never quite finished. We both admit to not really knowing a lot, which throws the quality of conversation into question.

Alex did finally arrive, and we began playing monopoly. Erica's grandmother came and picked her and Alex up, putting the game on pause. I talked to Chelsea tonight for a little while, and it was a conversation which seemed very different from what I'm used to having with her - as of late. Maybe it is because she is in North Carolina. She seemed concerned about me almost, and almost more aware of my circumstances than I usually am. I drew a pastel tree, and now I got to bed feeling less than what I was the night before. Hopefully nothing more.