Right, I Forgot

I did forget to mention a few things, I think. Number one, I'll update, in MNTGaiden style, my Zodiac Tribes progress and Chronicles of the Box. Number two, I broke another swing.

The swing is where I think, most solidly. I like to swing alone, with only the chickens, rabbits, cats, Daysie and I outside. Although most of the time Daysie goes off and wanders by herself. But anyways, I think aloud, talking to myself. I go in loops, sometimes coming back to my initial point, sometimes not. I think about the things that hurt me real bad (such as T-dude--hehe, that's his new nickname), some things that I thought were hilarious (such as . . . Mythbusters was my topic yesterday), sometimes I just sing songs to myself (normally American Pie or Billy Don't Be a Hero). I think of my best Zodiac Tribes ideas on the swing, and think of the best picture ideas. Dana, Eric (even though I'm sure neither of you read my blog) the wedding present painting idea came from swinging. I still like that picture. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I think I did a pretty good job with the reflections of your names in the "water". Anyway, no one else knows what I'm talking about there. I just love to swing, because it's one of the things that keeps my motions in check and helps keep up my happy visage.

To the point, though. I think I snapped three swings. I can only remember two instances, though. The first time, it was an old blue swing. I'm pretty sure I snapped that right where the chain meets the plastic board thing that you sit on. I was lucky enough to have gripped the chains to make sure I didn't land sprawled out on the ground. Maybe I only did break two swings. The second one, was yesterday. I was swinging and then suddenly I was thrown backwards, landing on my side/back. It kinda hurt. When I finally felt better enough to sit up, I noticed that one of the chains was on the ground. I walked around for a little bit, ouching every now and again, and marveling at the break, but I eventually left the swing and went into the basement. Today, though, I checked it out, pretty sure that I just didn't put the swing totally in its holder, and found out that the swinging peg keeping it held onto the wooden beam snapped right off. So I had to move the swing over, and it feels really weird with it not being in my normal place. I mean, I swung in that same position for over five years. In Redford, even, I swung right in that place. Now we're down to two swings. Yeah, I only did snap two. I think it's hinting at something though . . . I might be a little too heavy to swing so much. I only weight 120lbs! And I'm sure of that weight, because I found it out the last time I went to the hospital. Not Motts, Michigan.

I swam for the first time in our new pool today. It freaking rocked! It was warm (once you got used to it) and deep and just a little green. It was great.

Well, anyways . . . yeah.

I really want to talk to Henry. I need to tell him something, and I'd rather I told him face-to-face, but I think Facebook would have to work. We're never on Artist's Block at the same time, and . . . I need to talk to him. Henry, if you read this, I'm not going to give it away 'till I talk to you. I've sat on this for too freaking long, and I'm actually going to be serious about it. No joke.

Welp, yup. I've got to get back to writing one of my stories! Preferably Zodiac Tribes, though. I'm unstuck.