The Hair of the Dog

Yesterday I did something I haven't been able to do in years; take a nap. I was up later than I should have been, and was dead tired the next day when I went to the nursing home. It's been ages since I've lived a Sunday without a hang over, and between being tired and a hang over I think I like the hang over better. At least a hang over is accompanied by plenty of energy. At around 3 I had depart from those haunting eyes and crash. I woke up and hour and a half later with drool trailing down my cheek. It was refreshing.



Today I went to Bird State National Park, and walked around taking pictures. My parents used to go there when they were kids, and marveled at how much things had changed. There used to be cabins there, a garden, and a large play area with train tracks running over the water where they would jump off, down into the lake when the train would come.


Now it's mostly over grown bush with trails that run in circles around the park, and down to the ocean. It's supposed to simulate old Indian trails, but it all looks more like laziness or a lack of budget. The trails are thin and steeped with trees and thickets that narrow the paths to arms length.


A few yards down each trail, and the canopy becomes completely covered in networks of webs with large and menacing looking spiders perched in them. In fact the entire park is practically over run with these things. It defiantly made me nervous to pass under them. Some of them were half hanging off the web as if waiting to strike or maybe they were dead I don't know.


You know this one is all about the work out program.