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           LOOKING FORWARD TO june

So this week I went to Hudson, Wisconsin.  We decided to sit near the lake and there were parts that were flooded over,  near a playground and it was kind of neat.  I took tons of pictures

and it was really pretty.

I also went Kayaking on Come lake, and went to Como zoo.  I saw a lot of my friends there(The monkeys, lol)

I saw an interpretive dance at Cowles theater- put on by Red Eye Theater.  In the backdrop, a prerecorded film of the dancers played and performers played the sitar and musical saw and violin. Cowles Theater has the capacity to do a lot with special effects and light and there was just so much to take in.  I closed my eyes for a bit and meditated.  Later I congratulated a few of the dancers on their performance.  I like it when the audience and the performers seem to know and you begin to notice how connected they are.  
I wrote these two little snippets for my writers group the other day, it's based on a true story and we had two minute writing prompts... I hope you enjoy.

I’ve made a few  mistakes in my writing life.   Writing mistakes that have to do with essays in high school, mistakes on writing tests.

But I remember this mistake vividly.  I sat down for the 10th grade state standard test.  For some reason they spread us all throughout the school.  Maybe to eliminate the likelihood of cheaters, and I was in the library with five other individuals.  I was just sitting there-my charming ole’ self -and who sat next to me-no other than ‘Gerry Mettis'.  Everyone who was anyone knew who he was, and everyone who was no one, knew who Gerry was.  He was point guard for the Patriot’s basketball team. 

He told us all what he was going to write about: “If I could be anyone in the world he said, “I’d be a pimp.”
A roar in the library came thereafter, and of course I asked.  “Why Gerry, why would you want to be a pimp?” Story 2**

When a little kid named Steve started chasing me around overnight camp with some prickly pine needles, I don’t remember thinking at that time, that Steve had a crush on me.   

I remember thinking:This damn kid better leave me the f#@! alone before I go and tell my brothers.

My brothers went to camp with me and when they found out that a round, pudgy kid named Steve was chasing me around with pine needles, they did what all brothers do best:  they told him where he could fine more of the fine, prickly varieties. Readers, I hope you have a good week and please comment below.

ON THE BLOG

Reading:Free to Focus by Michael Hyatt,The Lady from the Black Lagoon by Mallory O'Meara, The Life of An Unknown Man by Andrei Makine