Time to write again

I've tried to pull up this page time and time again to write down something, anything, to capture my thoughts. But every time, I end up deleting what I wrote because it doesn't feel important or even worthy to put "to paper." So here is another attempt as trying to create something.

I just got out of the detentions academy, which consisted of 3 more weeks of power point presentations run by people who were never meant to be teachers, and topics that were past dry for content. The only upside to my situation, is that the academy ended last thursday, and I don't start work until tomorrow, this thursday. I was blessed to have some time off, when most of my other friends did not.

What did I do? I went to one of my favorite places on earth. I went to my dad's ranch to just be a guy, doing guy things. Virtually all my memories of the ranch take place with my good friend Mitch. I've known Mitch since we were in 1st grade, and we have been going to the ranch together ever since. We don't even need specific plans, just a couple of guns, some ammo, maybe a fishing pole, and we have a great time.

This trip was no different. My dad gave us one objective - to kill a beaver that has been doing what beavers do, damming up a water way. Other than that, we were free to do as we pleased. Most of our days consisted of driving around to the different ponds and shooting turtles that have been killing our fish. There is just something rewarding hearing the "thump" of a nicely placed round into the shell of an unsuspecting turtle, and then accompanied by a nice splash. Sorry if that seems cruel to anyone.

We grilled, drank a few brews, watched a couple of movies, stared into the enormous sky at the countless stars, and just lived in the moment. It was exactly what I wanted to do - a few day stretch were nothing was begging for our attention, we were free to do as we pleased.

Now, I am back home, and have the fun job of getting up at about 4:30 in the morning tomorrow to get started with my new job. I'm looking forward to it, but can't deny the freedom in those past few days, and the sheer relaxation that took place.