Recovery--Part 3

(Posting for Sunday--today. A bit long, but hey, it's a blog right? *wink*)

When I woke up, I was so sore that I couldn't move. When I managed to, I opened up the door to see mom sitting on the little couch, reading, with Hunter laying at her feet. I sat with her, too, until Kent and Linda woke up.

"Want to come to church with us?" Linda asked, peeking down at me from my newly-found comfortable position on the stairs. Gah, shoot! I hadn't even thought to bring church clothes with me!

"Sorry, I don't have anything to wear," I said with a wince. Kent, who was passing by the stairway, laughed.

"That would open their eyes, all right." he chuckled before he walked out of sight. Linda thought it was hilarious--streaking through a church. I really didn't, but all I could do was try to put a convincing smile on my tired face. My back was feeling a ton better as I stretched the cramps out...until mom poked at my back again to see where it was sore. Oi. But I am happy to say the pain is nearly gone. I will be very happy to get rid of it.


As Kent and Linda went to church, I went onto one of their computers. WOOOHOOOOA! Fast internet! I spent my time doing some deviantART stuff, watching things on YouTube (a rare treat) and posting at Taw-chan's forum. When I got off, mom was getting ready to go take out the truck Linda said we could use to explore the town. Sounded harmless enough to me, so I got ready, too.

I love trucks, and being up off the ground. You can see more things that way, too. Things would have been ten times more enjoyable if Hunter had not been there. Don't get me wrong, I love him and all that...but he was acting TOO different, and it was irritating me to no end. And I did not appreciate the way he was treating me. So it pretty much went like this--he poked me, and I'd slug him. *smile*

Preston is very much like my home town...but bigger, prettier, and funner to look at. And trees, and litterally, rolling green hills! I got a ton of pictures and little videos with my amazing camera. I don't think I could live without it. *heart*

We found a small lake, and got out for a while. Hunter found a ton of dead fish, and that was instantly my turn off for wanting to stick my feet in. Whatever was killing the fish was not welcome on my feet, thank you. We roamed around a lot, and visited the school that they used in the movie 'Napolean Dynamite', which I have still yet to see all the way through.

When we got back to the house, I went on the computer again and worked on my dA portfolio (which is only available to beta testers), then Kent and Linda came back. Hunter convinced them to take a picnic lunch up to the lake again, and I rather sulkily agreed to go. We couldn't take the car, so that meant I was stuck in the back of the truck with Hunter. Fun.

It was hot, of course, and smelled of dead fish on the shore. I stole bites out of mom's sandwhich before setting off on my own. I think I got some good pictures...it was hard. It was a beautiful place, but yet, it wasn't an ugly one, either. I tried, I really did, but I couldn't find much joy of being there. I wanted Taw with me...she could make anything fun, or even Hikari, who could turn a tree trunk into a comical character. However, I did get some ideas for my current story, Time and Again, and got a good short video of the sparkling part of the water.

Uncle Kent is an interesting fellow--full of mathmetical equations, jokes, and stories. He is also a photographer, and we keep on trying to get pictures of each other without the other one noticing. However, I believe I am winning so far. Hunter finally jumped in the water...UGH. It made me twitch. If he is sick by tomorrow, it'll help me prove that there is something more foul than dead fish in there.

When we were ready to go to go look at Linda and Kent's property (where they are working on building their dream home) up in the hills, of course, Hunter whined and cried about not being able to stay. He sat in the back of the trick with mom this time, and I snickered as mom got pictures of Hunter pouting and crying.

Kent and Linda's stretch of property is beautiful beyond description. I got a TON of pictures, and despite Linda's 'threats', took pictures of her and my mom. Some of them were pretty good against the lighting, and others rather hilarious! I hope to get them up in these journals some time soon.

Now, this is the time were I could have tackled Hunter to the ground and made him eat dirt by rubbing his head into the earth. He kept throwing things at me and hitting me. Nobody would do anything about it, so I did. I got back at him, alright...when he was close enough I flicked his ears and lightly punched at his back, and slapped his head.

Of course, the twit wouldn't stop, even when i took to the approach of not reacting to him. I was trying to get some good shots of Linda and my mom on the hilltop, surrounded by milkweed with the sun setting behind them, and Kent was next to me. Hunter was a major distracting by chucking stuff at me.

"Knock it off, Hunter," I warned. "Or I'll sick Kent on you."

Kent growled playfully, which, of course, engaded Hunter more. But at one point Kent DID get after him and caught him, where I came over and flicked at Hunter's ears again. Something guys really, really hate. And, since Hunter was losing, he got angry and started going "ARGH!" in his fury. It made me slightly happy, though. I was sick of his crap from the moment Linda and Kent had come to the house.

Mom and I sat in the back on our trip back down into town, and it was sooo beautiful! The thing about cameras is that they can not trully capture the depth of what your eye can see, but I tried my best to capture as much of it as I could. We took a slight detour to an elk ranch -le gasp- where I got some decent pictures.

We got home, had dinner, yada yada...today's story is almost done. I went to the downstairs bathroom to find it locked, but could hear gigglinginside. I raised my eyebrow and knocked, and Hunter opened the door. I stared in slight shock at what I saw. Linda and my mom were....smoking? I realized it was the milkweed buds. They both laughed wildly at my expression, and mom tried to hand a smoldering part of the milkweed to me.

"Here, you're eighteen!" she said with a grin. I planted the biggest, fakest smile I could conjure on my lips...and closed the door. Of course they laughed, and I walked away from the smell. I'm not sure if it was bad for them to be doing that...? I could see my mom doing that, but not Linda...no, it was hard for me to see either of them doing that! perhaps it wasn't bad, and just a...odd taste?

Mom and I made a quick trip to a gas station to get some pop before it closed, but I didn't bring up what I had seen. I just hope they hadn't let Hunter try their whatever it was...sigh. When I got home, I walked around for a while before coming on the computer again and catching up on my Recovery trip writing.

It's more than my back that is Recovering--but my sense of being, of being part of life, creativity...that sort of thing. Now I will go post on Taw's forum again, then head to bed.

Who knows what tomorrow will hold? It's a Monday, which means stores will be open...and the shopping will begin.