A friend turned 21! To celebrate, there is party. Outside around the house in the woods.

After a couple months of solitude, that felt like a lot of people. I know most of them – old Waldorf homeschooling cooperative cronies. I still remember everyone as like – 8, 9, 10, 11, 12. It’s been a long time. So weird and lovely to see them grow up.

I helped get a fire going while I was there. Took a while. There is still wood ash in my hair.

There were body paint markers and everybody was doodling all over everybody else. I am doodled.

Some of the guys went out to catch frogs – they would catch them, weigh them, and release them back into the pond. At one point, after dark, the lads came back with a large bucket with several layers of frogs in the bottom. Some of them were bigger than my hands. That was something else.

Got overstimulated, which happens to me at parties even when it’s a good time. Paddled the raft out into the middle of the pond and looked up at the stars. Clear night, good dark sky area. So many suns. I could hear the laughter and the shouts and the Fleetwood Mac blasting out of the speakers, see the fire and the lights on the porch.

There was a frog on the raft with me. We were chillin’.

Went home to sleep because my sister has work tomorrow and I miss my cat but might go back for pancakes in the morning.

Hope it’s a good night.