Two of the kid's friends have come to visit, so I have a house filled with young adults.
These are her two best friends, Rabid and Neon (those are net names). She met them over the internet, which according to internet lore means they ought to be 57 year old pedophiles. Instead they are nineteen and twenty-two and delightful.
They've spent the week talking comics (they are all web comic artists), catching Pokemon, drawing and discussing their drawings, and watching movies. On Friday we went up to Crystal Bridges.
Crystal Bridges has a wonderful new painting, by the way, by George Copeland Ault. This one:
It's much more amazing in person. I tried to find prints in their gift shop, but no go.
Then yesterday we drove up to Devil's Den to hike Yellow Rock trail. It was hot and humid, but due to all the rain we've been having lately, so green. And so many flowers. More hikers than I've ever seen up there as well. My little pack of artists were hiking on only five or six hours of sleep (they have also been staying up until four-thirty every night) but seemed to enjoy the climb nonetheless. Many hikers had their dogs along which helped. Also we saw tiny toads, lizards, and also one snake.
When we reached the top, some adorable Christian had used the loose rocks of the scree to spell out GOD! in big rock letters.
My kid (making an annoyed face): "Rabid. Help me change this to GOD IS DEAD, okay?"
But instead, what they did was rearrange the rocks to read DOG.
"After all," as they put it, "God is probably a dog. Or at least he likes dogs."
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