Down by the Docks

I have realized that i love this certain place down by seneca lake.
This is, if you read my earlier post, where i saw chartell throwing rocks at the drowned possum. Today, however, I met an entirely separate group of people. On the way there, wearing my polarized glasses, i could see bands of green in the giant blue lake, bands that, to the naked eye are nearly invisible. Though i am embarrassed, typically, to have nice things (save my camera) the world seems a little more beautiful through these. Things that you previously took to be all white are tinged with pink.

Once down by the water, i met a man named timothy. He had a mouth full of snagle teeth, and seemed to talk endlessly. Though the last few days seemed to yield infinite energy for me, i felt oddly distant from Tim. It may have been the slurred manner in which he repeatedly encouraged me to eat my vegetables (he is the trainer for the Hobart College soccer team). "vechhhstibles. He, however, had some interesting thoughts. He hates fishing, for they kill the fish and he is a modest vegetarian. He also had a surprising ability to name arbitrary dates as quickly as one would call to their best friend, and an even more uncanny affinity for naming a large number of states in succession. We were talking about inclement weather and he mentioned the great snow storm of 1993 (if anyone could affirm that there was an ice-storm in this year i am genuinely curious) and succeeded in naming all the states on the eastern seaboard: Florida, Georgia, North and South Carolina, North and West Virginia, Washington D.C., Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Maine, New York, New Jersey Delaware etc. Apparently they were all shut down for an entire week and subjected to 5+ feet of snow. Though i could hardly sit still and listen to Timothy, also self proclaimed "tubester" for his habit of floating in a round red inner tube underneath the docks, scaring small children and grabbing the ankles of couples looking out on the lake (the last two things are fictional), I am still glad that he has given me something to write about. Despite that i did not enjoy directly my time with him, he still offered me something to think about.

Also met a bunch of puertoriqueños at the lake, taught me the meaning of diseño, which apparently means "design".