I received a text from a girl who is taking a college media class. By the time I returned I was wet from head to toe and figured I could safely take the day to stop without feeling bad. I went down to the auto parts store and got something for the van. I did put my rain jacket on this morning and walk about a mile and a half. It's one in the afternoon and has just dried up from the rain this morning and a mist until eleven. The store was filled with junk food but luckily there were some bananas on the counter in front of the crock pots filled with sausages and nacho cheese. Yesterday a man in Lake Charles called me over to a convenience store and asked me to get whatever I wanted. What could I do but take the gift? The rest of the day I was packin' heat a pistolette. I chuckled to myself as I turned the bottle from side to side, it was almost as thick as syrup. The twelve ounce bottle contained over two ounces of sugar and more carbs than I care to mention. After she drove away I opened it to find a large piece of fried fish, two fried chicken wings, a boudin ball and a pistolette also deep fried. She also told me she wanted to give me some of the lasagna she had in the car but she was on her way to a wedding so she stopped and bought me the boxed lunch. She said she knew I'd have water so she brought me a soda, a Big Red.

I was brought, while I walked, a hot lunch by a sweet old woman. The same day that I ranted on this blog about needing to push away from the tasty foods here in LA. I hope a nice person with a pickup truck will be there at the visitors center where 90 turns onto the I-10, the only way over. When I get to the Texas border today I will probably need to let the air out of the world and stuff it in the van to get it over the expressway bridge to Orange Texas. The base coat I have used over the years has kept the fabric very sound in raining and wet conditions but it takes so long to dry and I often loose it the next morning in damp morning grasses. By the end of the day the house paint was all flaking making the world look fuzzy from the hanging 'chads' all over. Occasionally I would roll through a long clean puddle to wash the mud a sand away. In the morning the wet roads and grass kept a coat of mud clods building on it. I have to keep moving until the real world dries the tiny canvas planet. On the asphalt by the ball were tiny flakes that had rinsed from it. The rains that soaked the World while I stayed for a day at Wallyworld loosened the house paint tread and softened the patchwork but to stay was out of the question.

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