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Summit Ave.

Continuing the tradition of me recording what I do during summer days and then clamming up whenever I get busy, I will share what I did today (see, because it’s a summer day). I helped clean the garage, which involed intense wood reorganization. This was followed closely by a trip to Cafe Latte on Grand Avenue. They have excellent deserts with a most bodacious atmosphere and food quality. While bodacious is not the most descriptive adjective, I am assuming you can infer the words “clean, friendly, high quality” from that vague vernacular. After Cafe Latte, I returned home to mow the lawn. It’s funny how meditative mowing can be. I mean, I thought about everything while I was mowing; from the movie the previous night, to nights years in the past, to old memories of watering the lawn, to yesterday, to singing, to thinking ahead to this evening. I think lawn mowing is necessary because it causes us to slow down our thoughts; we can’t multi-task while we are mowing. We are forced to let our minds wander into vast halls of introspective thinking and this is where everyone’s rejuvenation and creativity stem from. The meditative process of mowing causes us to reexamine and reinvent ourselves because we come to understand the well-spring of ourselves that exists within ourselves. I am not being sarcastic here; mowing really could give way to a philosophy of being.

Moving on, I caught up on a bunch of e-mail, I think my account is finally working normally. I still owe Mags an e-mail, though. That will get done tomorrow. Whilst checking my email (you knew I was going somewhere with this!) I found that the UPS shipping numbers for Bertha III (aka a Gateway 700X with wonerful [like that, ‘wonerful’?] specs) checked in at North Sioux City, Iowa at 4:00pm on the 8/7/03. By my calculations (better known as dead-reckoning), the package(s) should arrive tomorrow. My excitement is extreme in the most materialistic typical American sense. Yay for new computers. However, my excitement also stems from the realization that I talked to my sister not long ago and actually laughed; I really laughed out-loud and with feeling. Joy is returning and with it returns the appreciation of the beauty of life. Finally, with that appreciation comes hope. The root of all is hope; everything we do is a hope, a dream, a reach towards an ideal of some sort. I wish all hope.

I almost forgot to mention Summit Avenue. We all looked for my roomate’s house but managed to completely miss it. We had excellent talks about life and college and got out and walked around the James J. Hill House. We then walked around to the Cathedral. It was a perfect temperature, no bugs, and an absolutely gorgeous night. I will add that to my assembly of what I have come to call a ‘perfect date’. This date may be expanded to a ‘perfect week of dates’ but for now retains the humble title of a ‘perfect date.’ I will share this theoretical date in depth tomorrow. It has a zero percent chance of failing (otherwise, it wouldn’t be perfect). Either way, I don’t know when I’ll ever get to use it but I think I have discovered the perfect date.

We returned from the cities to an already started party of Shayla, Matt, and John hard at DDR work. I love DDR; it makes me smile. Our group joined up and we all had a magnificent and relaxed time just sitting around and talking and playing. Dashboard Confessional on Letterman was pretty dang good as well. I think their approaching album (release in the US this coming Tuesday) will be pretty amazing.

To end: today I heard very good news. Due to the public nature of this publication, I will withhold exactly what that news was and remember it in my own heart where age will not tarnish it the way static text in black and white could.

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