Sunday, 17 March 2013 DAY 330 MOON 12 WAXING 35%
St Patricks Day. But who cares. This must be the first St. Patrick’s day that I could care less if someone was going to go around and pinch me and even Mylon who has made a big deal out of wearing green was not interested in re-telling the legend to his siblings or even bother with the whole pinch thing. We met some Australians on the bus, and were they a rowdy bunch who asked some telling questions. Why are you travelling? Talking about how they are travelling without their children and the 29 year old in still at their house. Talking about drinking and the image of Australia. A whole country. I guess I could have brought up the whole going around the world thing and the uncontrollable temper and the boss frog attitude and general unniceness. I could have, but our story is just like anyone else’s story. Our story will fade, like the Iliad and the Odyssey, or any great story. Just be good to yourself and be nice to your sister should have been the final words that I said to Mylon, but who wants to end on that note. Instead a lady saved us, a wino lady saved us from any uncomfortable ending by requesting Mylon’s Trader Joe bag, of which he politely said “No Thanks”. It is in these moments that Mylon is Keith and Keith is Mylon and somehow they are connected more than I will ever know. OH well. So many beautiful creations out there. We jumped off Black Rock, Mylon and I as his going away adventure to the beach. Ate at Yogurtland and had Pizza just like on the first day. A deju vu sort of thing. Good Luck. I am sure I will hear something tomorrow. Mylon went surfing with Papa Tim at S-turns. The waves here do not call me. Mylon and I saw one last turtle as we were swimming back from black rock. We played tag at the playground and I still could catch all three of my children.
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