The 30 minute Safari

I'm a firm believer in day dreaming. I've always thought that if a child is found to be daydreaming when they shouldn't, they should be guided gently back to the task at hand. There is much harm that can be done to the critical thinking process when the imagination is curbed.

I went on an African safari last night. We spent days driving around the Savannah. We saw a pack of lazy lions. The king sunning himself on pride rock, overlooking his domain. We drove through acres of zebras, black and white strips mingling until we didn't know where in the herd we were. There was a group of hippopotami in one of the rivers we crossed. Three took notice of us. One snorted, spraying two water jets out of it's nose, while the other two gleeked. All the while countless birds surrounded the local water hole.

In the evenings, we sat around the campfire while the guides sang songs filled with tribal history and lore. It was quite peaceful, the soft glow from lanterns and stars adding to the relaxing atmosphere.

But all things must come to an end. Nick came home; I had to shut off the CD player, and get out of the tub. Next time, I think I'll travel the plains with the Paiute Indians.

Lab rat skin

Here in Kearney there is a pond that people are allowed to swim in. It's a little bit scary. They put something in the water that makes it green, and kind of thick. Nick thinks it's to keep algae from growing, and I tend to lean towards algae. Anyway, it also keeps you from seeing your feet. I don't like to not see my feet. Like I said, it's scary.

Nick was wearing his patented swim shirt, and I was just wearing my new swim suit. Needless to say, my shoulders, back, and neckline were exposed for the second time this year. Luckily no one looked directly at them; I would hate to blind someone. It started to get chilly (at least I thought so) after an hour or so. We got out and laid in the sun for 10-15 minutes to dry our suits before heading home. That's the only time that Nick took off his shirt. Nick's face was looking a little pink, so we left.

Both of our shoulders burned. Again, I ask, who has the lab rat skin?