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I'm trying to perk up today. I'd like to go to the lake, but I don't feel like going alone. Anyone want to go to the lake with me? I'll drive (I have a pass).

I had an awful dream last night. ( in here )

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Back from the lake. I went to Hippie Hollow, which is where I always go when I say I'm going to the lake. There is nekkidness there, and there's no expectation that it's pretty nekkidness, which is why I like to go. I can run around in all my hairy, flabby glory and no one cares. It's like being 2 again.

There were some trolls there... I usually swim to the buoys (one? many? a couple?) hundred yards out and back as the first order of business. I was taking it really slowly since I didn't know how tired I would get. I noticed a guy in a sailboat sailing right along the line of buoys, peering at all the naked hippies with a pair of binoculars; so crass. I saw that if I kept my pace I'd hit the buoy I was heading for at the same time he was sailing past it, so I stopped to wait for him to pass by. Then he stopped. So I headed for a different buoy behind him. He started backing up his boat. I changed directions and headed for one ahead of the original one; he went forward again. I decided I had effectively swam to that line, and turned around. I looked behind me at one point, and he had stopped the boat and waved at me. I shot him the finger. Ugh, what a wanker.

I decided to stick to the shores after that, and harass the little fishies. I love swimming around and seeing all the little guys, or sometimes parking it on a rock until they start nibbling on my legs. So I slowly swam up and down the shore, if you could call it that. If you were able to view the video I linked to, you can see where I usually set up camp- it's at the very end of the video. There's a willow tree with wind chimes in its branches growing in a little bit of soil around it that people plant with flowers and pink flamingos and things. That's called Radio Rock for some reason. There always seems to be at least a few old hippies hanging out there.

The limestone slabs that make up the shore sometimes make long overhangs. The water was at just the right level that it almost met one stretch of overhang. When the waves, um, happened, they would suddenly raise the level up over the overhang, which resulted in the water being forced out and squirting out sometimes over a yard with a loud smacking sound. I sat by this stretch of limestone and listened to this natural percussion jam for probably 30 minutes or more. If the waves came in really fast, it sounded just like a rhythmic spanking sound- probably softened by all the fuzzy algae goo on the underside of the rocks. If it came in more slowly, it almost sounded like rolls of applause. Then if you got close enough, you could hear the water dripping off the rocks between waves in little plops. There were also crevices in the rocks that the water was forced up that made more bass noises, glooping and gurgling.

Then I went away from the shore. There is a layer of blood-warm water that varies in depth (between 4 and maybe 8 feet); below that layer the water suddenly becomes very cool. I would sometimes swim down into the cool layer until the pressure started to hurt my ears them swim back up. It was also fun to just float with my feet in the cool layer; it felt a lot like dangling your feet in the water at the shore, except occasionally something disturbed the water and the cool layer would snake up my ankle. That felt strange and pleasant.

The weird thing is, it was hot and sunny. I drove home and it was hot and sunny; now it's cool and cloudy and very windy, and Brenda just called and said it was pouring rain where she is across town. Gotta love Texas weather.