After two days of pretty much boring-ness, with a few fun spots, such as going to Aunt Lia and Uncle Andy, we were going to have a wonderful day three days ago. No one knew it, but we suspected it, as we were going to our cousin's house, Uncle Jeff and Aunt Tami's house, with their daughters Sophie, 9; Olivia, 12; Madeline, 15; and Caroline, 17. They are all nice, and I will describe their physical appearance as we see them in the blog. Now, let's talk about something that wasn't to be so fun.
The prior day, Mom offered to make Christmas photos or something of the sort of the Friedman's, a family which has a son who is my friend. He's my age, I believe, went to RNE (Roswell North Elementary, old school), and goes to the school I will go to at the end of the trip, CMS (Crabapple Middle School) I met him in 4th grade. He's a great friend. Mom got worked up, clothes wise, with her large black camera and other equipment. I asked to come, as I had not seen Henry yet the time we had been here. Mom said I had to help Dad wash the R.V., and that it would distract Henry and his brother Charlie. Okay, I said. I took a shower, got on clothes I didn't care to get wet and dirty, and Dad and I did some things for the jeep, like putting the mats back in. Mom was gone by now. We unrolled the green hose from the spiny thing outside of the garage, and got a vacuum looking thing, which was black and red. It had a water gun thing, which was black with a long, skinny barrel and large trigger which had ditches, almost, for fingers to go in. We plugged the hose to that pressurized water thing, and turned it on hot. We got a hard cooler, car wash soap, and rags, sponges, and a big stick with a horizontal blue rag on the end; I believe you understand what I'm talking about. We turned on that pressure water equipment, and Dad pulled the trigger, pointing it in the cooler, making soapy hot water. Meanwhile, Mom was maneuvering the Friedman's into interesting and striking positions. They would go against walls, making run shots, and also swing shots, and shots of them looking over the river at the mill. I held back the trigger to the pressure thing, shooting water at the back of the R.V., going from up to down. Dad told me to not stay on one shot for too long, to act like I was painting something. I got the back bedroom windows done, and then Dad got his large stick thing and soaped it down with bluey whitey soap. I sprayed that off, going top to bottom and "don't leave a spot until the soap from that spot is running down" as Dad said. I spray dry spots away with the gun, he soap, I spray, he soap, spray dry spot, soap, spray, soap, spray, etc. etc.
I got soaking wet in my stomach area on my wet Sun Records Shirt, also my hair was wet from the drizzles of water coming off of the R.V. Dad was right when he told me we were going to have to take a shower again before going to Uncle Jeff's house. We got to where the sides come out, and did the whole process again, and then of course the lights, the door, and the steps. We moved everything rather difficultly to the front of the motor home, the big windshield. I went to the restroom, and found Rebecca inside watching T.V. Unfair. She relaxes, watches funny shows, and I work. Work hard. Oh well. Dad had said he didn't really want Rebecca out there because he wanted to spend some time with me, and that she would ruin it. He said if I didn't want to do this all I had to say was that and I could leave. But I didn't. I felt I had a commitment to my dad, and that it would be mean to just leave him to do it. Also, it was kind of fun, and as we washed off the front of the R.V., I smiled and enjoyed the wet coldness of my body and the numbness of my hands from the gun vibrating. Good times...
Mom called Dad and told him to get her a special type of battery; hers were out. I asked Dad if I could come, but alas, it was a sheer no. He left and after 30 minutes of me sitting inside watching T.V., tired, he came back and we resumed our washing. Mom came back, and I listened to her as she said the Friedman's were disappointed I wasn't there, that if I had gone they were going to take us out to lunch and... Well, it's two days later now. No use still whining to my readers I didn't get to go. Back to the blog.
We got to the other side, by way of going around the back, getting cords hooked up in bad places and having to get wet leaves and dirt all on me.It was terrible. It was very close to prickly bushes from the big front yard, and so it was rather difficult to take the cooler and everything else over there. It was tight too, the R.V. and the bushes were very close. We did the same process, trying to stay as far back as we could to not make the paint from the R.V. come off, but we mostly just hit our backs on the prickly, green, dagger faced leaves that were there and haunted us, shining their steel swords in the faces of our backs. I know that makes NO sense, but it sounds good.
"Stand exactly level with what your shooting at, right in front of it," Dad said. I did.
As the time of us going to Jeff's house was drawing near, Dad told me to take a shower, and, gratefully, I did. Rebecca and Mom did also, and then Dad went inside and did too. We all got ready to go, and left at almost three to go to their neighborhood. It is a gated community, the safest of them all (so they say) and also has gorgeous modern houses of splendor. Justin Bieber lives there; he and I our very tight, good friends we are. I've met Usher before, who also lives in the neighborhood. Jeff Foxworthy (host of Are you Smarter than a Fifth Grader?) lives there too, he and I sometimes test each other on fifth grade questions. One time I was playing music with Justin, when Selena Gomez came around and she and Justin had a fight. I recorded it with my video camera, but one of Justin's bodyguards confinstated the tape from me, saying the public had no right to know and that they had made up and so he took it. I later tried to get discovered by Justin and Usher, but by then they both hated me, let my friend stay, and the body guard took me off in his truck, that my Dad gave him for free in exchange for me hanging out there. I told him NOW he had to pay for it, he said money was nothing to Justin. I've never been back since. (Just kidding, none of this ever happened. )
We got to their pretty brown house with the rocks sewn into the architecture, and parked. We went to the pretty front door, with little deck. I rang the doorbell, Rebecca right beside me. Aunt Tami, tall, tan, and black short-hair answered, and we hugged and said hello and other things. She said she was glad to see us, and also that the girls and Uncle Jeff were all outside. We walked around, and then Madelyn, tall, brunet, and 15, hugged us and said hello. They are both very nice and fun. Tammy is a writer, and wrote(and might be still writing) a story of people around the civil war era. Last time I saw her I asked her about it, and she read and explained some of it, and then before we left she said she was in the stage of editing. I asked her if she was done and she said she was still in the process, her being busy. We walked through the front rooms, seeing their dining room table, a room with white walls, black trim and a pretty piano, and got to their big living room, big T.V., sofas and such, pictures and books galore. I saw Caroline, 17, who is tan like her mom and had dark black hair. She was seated at a small computer with papers and textbooks all around. She said hi, and we talked about her project a little. It was about economics, a fake family she was assigned and she has to monitor their income and such. We talked a little. Olivia, 12, tall and brown haired, said hello.
"Hey... Libby, right?" I joked.
"Haha," she got it.
We talked about the trip and such, and Aunt D., who is their aunt, said hello; she was staying there for a while. She has blonde hair that is not too short but kind of. We talked a little. Then Sophie, who is 9 and has black hair, came. More hugs. Olivia asked if I wanted to see her new room, and we went up steep stairs that was by the kitchen, where Tami was making dips and chips. We went up and looked over some rooms of the house by way of balcony, and I saw that Sophie's old room was Olivia's, and Olivia's old one Sophie's new one. Sophie's room was pretty big and had a large sofa chair and desks and beds, with nice paint on the walls and dolls and pictures, mostly pink. Olivia's had a bed, closet and bathroom. She had lists on her door of things to do when home from school and in the morning; the Jeff clan are very orderly, yet very busy. We talked of video making on the trip, and I looked out her window, seeing their pool and roof. They really do have a nice house. We went back downstairs, and talked some more before going down to their large basement, with a pool table, a porch to outside, chairs, couches, a T.V., a guest bedroom, an office, everything you need to be at home. They also have a concrete room where there is a lot of art supplies, where the kids play games. It has high school year books from the dark ages (60's and 70's) and books on art, plus sewing stuff, crayons and other art materials. I talked with the grown ups a little more, and asked Tami about a certain book she had on a shelf facing the sofas, The Source. I had seen the exact book but in a green, hard cover version with nothing on any of the two covers other than it's title, author and publisher. It had no introduction, and went straight to the book. I didn't understand the first few sentences or what it meant. It was in that large, tall, dusty and creepy farm house bookstore and antique shop we had spent so long at in Trenton, Maine. Tammy said I could take it down.
I discovered it was about architects finding fragments of things from the history of the Israelites, all the way from pieces to Solomon's Temple to the Crusaders swords. It's supposed to be really good, although its rather thick. I'm not going to read it, I was just curious. Anyhow, I left after telling them my favorite place (D.C.) and how it's been. I went with Rebecca, Olivia, Sophie and went into that art room place. We did a cool game about us forming a school, and I was a character who was smart, witty, and kind of a smart aleck, named Paul, who finds out his superior (Olivia) doesn't want him to get a scholarship and hides it from him. Her name is Mrs. Jinkles; you don't find out her first name 'til the end. Jinkles took Paul aside and told him she was hiding, hiding from the government. "Why?" Paul (me) asked. "That's a dot question," Olivia said to me. "A dot question has an answer but is not and never told."
"If it has an answer, it will be answered to someone, in time." I said, quoting Leonardo Da Vinci. Paul said to Jinkles he heard people, and they looked outside and saw government agents. They went into the upper half of the building, the part they didn't own.(really just part of the house.) They went into a room with a computer and Jinkles retrieved archives that would justify her guilt if found. Rebecca and Sophie weren't with us. We opened up the window high up, and, with a little difficulty, skinning out. Olivia went first, and held my phone and video camera as I went stomach down through that small opening, fake agents shooting at us from behind, knocking the door open even though I ingeniously put a lock on it with a clothes hanger. We jumped onto the outer deck, jumping and ducking as the agents in suits with black overcoats and UZI's fired at us. We went around in the yard, going through jungles and farms, daring against snakes (vines) terrible lions (their dog Georgia), and poisonous plant life (regular leaves). Sophie and Rebecca yelled for us, and we crouched down, afraid they were going to give us away to the government. I didn't want to mislead them, but it was life or death.
We ran and I was against their black metal fence when I pushed it down, opening up a gateway to another person's house. It was so weird it fell down; I'm not strong enough to do it by myself. We left it there, getting away from the scene. We were sorry we did it, but continued to play the game. Paul fell in a quicksand pit, which was in reality a little pot hole. We ran out their gate door, going into another person's yard. Suddenly serious, I said, "I think we should go back. We can't just trespass. Do you know these people?" Olivia said she did, and that it was fine we were doing this, they even crossed our yard sometimes, she said. We ran onto a street, R.(Rebecca) and S.(Sophie) at our tails. They stopped running after a while, but helicopters circled overhead and we ducked from machine guns. We ran through the neighborhood, and went around a loop, so now we faced the house again, behind bushes and trees. A few little kids and I thought to be Sophie and Rebecca were in front of a few houses. We went behind a house into woods, and then sprinted across the front yard and got into the back again, by the basement way with porch.It was all a lot of fun, as we were running and hiding from the other two girls. Olivia was leading the way; she knows that neighborhood in and out. We got into the guest bedroom, which had a bed and desk.There was a white cat that was freaky. We went through the door into the living room, and saw everyone getting excited over LSU and UGA playing football against each other. We talked and ate some chips, as we were hungry, parched, sweating, and out of breath from running. We then heard Rebecca and Sophie, and so we ran into the guest bedroom and went under the desk. Aunt D. came in, as she was staying there for a while. We were breathing heavily, and I told Olivia to relax and be quiet, that our best bet was to stay where we were.
The door opened. We took a quiet deep breath. Caroline went and sat on the bed with the cat and D., and she said hello. We heard voices of the girls, asking where we were. Thankfully, no one gave us away. Then it happened. Sophie's voice said, "Caroline, is Olivia and Andrew in here?" We took a quiet deep breath and stayed as low as we could as the pause happened. "No," Caroline said. "I think they're out in the front." "NO! We were just there!" Sophie said as she shut the door, clearly in frustration. I told Olivia to stay where we were, that we should stay in the place where they DIDN'T think we were, and to not relax yet, Rebecca is less gullible than Sophie and might come in, a little hard to trick. We DID have to leave though, Aunt D. told us too. We went out the door, across the lawn, and to their driveway. We carefully went through and got to where their bikes were, ready to make another escape. I picked up a little blue one, a white one for Olivia. This was great fun. Their were cars right against the door, one wasn't opened and one was, so the unopened one had a little hallway. I barely got through with my bike, it was very tight. I did get through though, but Olivia was less than successful. I had to go to the door from the house to the garage to press the button making the door go up, then we both got out. We drove away.
Olivia was unlucky again. Her bike didn't move. I saw two scooters the girls had used; we got those just as they spotted us, Rebecca and Sophie coming out the front door. Also, the government agents found us too. The gig seemed up. I biked away, but for a third time Olivia was singled out. She got caught by the girls, and stayed there. I was later caught by the agents, who put me in a strait jacket. Rebecca and Sophie were both mad that we had run from them. Oh well, I didn't mean to be mean to them, I was just having fun. We then actually biked up a lot of hills, calling the parents that we were going to the park. We went up more and more steep hills, and got to a little building with playground and pool. We played a few games there and then were told to come back, by order of Uncle Jeff. We went all the way back, although at least it was downhill. We stayed on the right, looking out for cars. It was very breezy.
Back at their house, Olivia showed us her script she was writing for a class. It was about two kids at an orphanage, one leaving the place for a jungle and one staying, saying it's wrong. Olivia told me to play the guy going away, Clint, and Sophie and Rebecca auditioned to be Sara, the girl. Rebecca knew and practiced the lines quicker, and we were running out of time, so we became the two parts. We were situated on that dang window again, and we did the scene as Olivia recorded it. I then did it with Sophie for fun, and then with Olivia. It's a good scene. We tried to put it on Olivia's computer in time for the project, but we couldn't do it. We left the Jeff Clan's house not long after eating a good dinner. I really had a great time there. And I hope everyone else did too.
We went home and went to bed. A pretty good day.
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