and the beat goes on

Yesterday, I was remembering old child hood days of playing in the snow and stopped at eighteen and nearly breaking my neck.
I uses to trek up to the pass to go snow boarding. At the time I didn't own a vehicle to come and go as I pleased. I walked every where I could go and thumb-it the rest of the way. Narbona pass the place is named. The name use to be Washington pass, but several years ago they changed the name because of the events that occurred there along ago. Well the place where I go boarding at is in a bowl shape valley. The road cuts into it on the northside of it, then goes along the foot of an island of rocky cliffs and hill slands and over the summit northward to snake its way down the mountians. At the summit of the road, a dirt road leads off and climbs the side of the eastern side of the bowl moving southward.
Years of tubing and sledding have gone on in this end of the bowel. familys would get together with a the few tubs and plastic sledds and beat a trail with repettion. Only a couple years before I got my board, I saw single snaking path of cuts in the powder snow, not on the tubing end but where tubing and sledding couldn't go. I gazed in awe to know it was the snowboards that carved up the the powdery surface. That's when i dream about going snowbroading every time it snowed. I had balance and control but no money. The money i did earn during the summers were spend on skateboarding accessories, like before moving back into the mountians I had my heart set on buying an extreme set of wheels for the back wood roads of Crystal. Of course I did get them and I fell hard on my sides going at ten miles to fifteen miles per hour on those wheels. My thrills of adrenalin would be my drug.
that year i was surprised to received a snowboard for my birthday. after being use to using my skateboards as snowboards down the side of the ditch. I had to go to a larger place to use it. the ditch in front of the house wouldn't cut it any more.

'nothing in rambling'

the morning snow melted way by noon and the clouds are breaking up, I haven't gone outdoors for most of the day. I like being indoors now days. most of the time I sit and watch movies or try reading or listen to music, most of time sit and write about something that doesn't go anywhere or sleep or pace back and forth think up crap or sing songs i 'm committing to memory. On the weekend I stay home and do just that. I like the simplicity of my life, and how much my reclusive behavior can lead to cabin fever. Soon enough, soon enough. I still have my head on straight. I figure that by march, if any one is reading my blogs, will see a change. A dramatic change.
I remember being young and going out to the snow, play a while or a longtime. I loved it; the tubbing and sledding. those days coming in dripping wet clothes or frozen solid pants and shirt sleeves. Only around here we could manage that. many days of being sick with high fevers and colds. By the time I was in my teens I found the balance in the amount of clothing to put on to venture out in the snow. and found a good way to use my skateboards down the hillsides and ditches in Crystal. I finally got a real snowboard by the age of eighteen. I nearly broke my neck twice, that was great. to be continued....

Nothing in here to read.

my blog has no dots, my blog has no plots, my blog has nothing at all. not a picture of me, nor pictures of your, nothing at all. no friend, no pals to call upon when days come turnaround on the floor.

I can think of anything else to finish this nonsense peom. my blog. hmm... my title? nay... an O to the lump of putty i found under my armpit a midsummer night... nay! nothing it shall be. nothing!