Wood! My only weakness...

Backdate: 07/09/2009 (J-72)



Lindsay barely escaped the ghastly clutches of death when he received a splinter the size of Montana in his finger. The immense sangrine river flowed in double beats from his finger; each pulse we were sure was his last. He lay meekly on the bed, the paleness of his escaping lifeforce tinting his skin yellow. When, suddenly, a savior emerged from the dark. The Mighty Dawson, with her double-edged sword, thrust deeply into the heart of the wound with infallible precision. The splinter conceded, and fell by her silver blade.

When all was said and bandaged, we took the oversized bi-focal magnifying glass back to CVS, and the day (and $8) was saved!

In His Hands

Backdate: 07/05/08 (J-76)
Same day, different phase.

"We Are His hands," by Lindsay Brooks.

He has such a  voice.

Too bad my directing skills can't match.

  

Lindsay taught me about four keys by this point. I'm still trying to get through the finger-roughening part of guitar playing, but the struggle continues.

Roughish Hike

Backdate: 07/05/08 (Jour-76)

We went hiking today in Pacific Palisades. It was a beautiful day, with a calm sun and easy breeze. My love sweat a Rorschach and I realized how lazy I've let my legs become. The walk bore many interesting discussions.

Colored Cascades

Backdate: 07/04/08 (Jour-75)

We spent a good deal of the afternoon sitting at Eddie's eating his excellent BBQ and telling lies around the table. Fr. Paul Spellman came over and gave Lindsay an excuse to talk about apologetics with a Catholic Priest. It was like seeing John Calvin and Thomas Aquinas go 3 rounds in the octagon (in Lindsay's dreams). 

At some point in the evening we went to Neiswonger's house for food and Christopher's bug hunt in Costa Mesa. The Boy was intensely curious about fireworks until he saw them, to which he said, "They come here?" He was pretty sure the fireworks were trying to follow us home. 

The beach was huge, expansive, and full of idiots blowing off fireworks (and Marijeroni) in any direction; obviously being a pedestrian didn't grant us any special spacial privileges.

Patriotism is a funny thing in Costa Mesa... I don't think people believe they've really honored their country until they've filled their streets with smoke and debris. Getting back home was itself a hazard, but all in good fun. Lights pretty. Fire bad.

Blunding at the Beach

Backdate: 06/27/08 (Jour-83)

We spent the day at the beach in Santa Monica, venturing to boldly blade in new and fascinating ways. One such way was to blade with a front wheel that had tilted out of place and rubbed against its metal holding. Boldly blading didn't get us very far.

Afterwards, we recuperated with clam chowder at Gladstone's, a beachside restaurant in Pacific Palisades, where this picture was taken.

    arrr    

A Life-Long Commencement

Today is J-37 (J for jour); 37 days before I leave for France on September 19th, and I have only today sat down to begin this creation. It started with this lefthand picture on July 8th (one month, four days ago).

"Why not start a countdown journal of our time together?" I suggested after the click. Lindsay unknowingly agreed to the proposition.

So I started taking photos with obnoxious alacrity, and Lindsay learned to duck and cover whenever it seemed as though I were about to pull my Canon out to shoot.

Lindsay and I met at Maria Regina Catholic School sometime in November or December. We had our first "non-date" (a misnomer) on April 7th, La Misma Luna. Ever since then we have become like mortar and pestle. This journal will capture the days we have to spend with one another before a 7 month physical separation. We pray that a continent and ocean will not succeed at keeping us far apart.

Walking directions from:
7th Ave., Los Angeles, CA 90012

to:
75, rue de Paris 95310 Saint-Ouen l'Aumône