Afterglow 2012 - Day 8 Saturday

I wish that I could understand the alluring nature of this place. I don't see it like Timmy did. To me there's nothing but bugs and other icky creatures that want to suck my blood. To me there is danger hiding behind every tree. To me there are branches and holes to trip over and you can fall and get injured. There's no inspiration. There's nothing calming or relaxing about it. But that's why we're two different people. Give me the concrete jungle. Sit me behind a computer screen. I can't survive out here. But I'm glad Timmy can.

Their house is pretty much in the middle of nowhere and Ken and Mary weren't home so we had no choice but to hang out with the turkeys. That's right - they have free range turkeys just roaming around the property doing whatever they wanted.

Ken and Mary live in Tripoli, WI and we try to go visit them on the way home from Afterglow seeing as how it is up in the neck of their woods. The car was all packed and Jenny rocked out in the back seat, so we might as well have one more adventure.

Home

I tried to make peace with these future centerpieces of Thanksgiving Dinner but they shunned me. Even though I claimed to be a friend deep down inside they knew that I have eaten their kind in the past and I would eat them again. They didn't even warm up to Jenny because they knew her vegetarian phase was just a ruse to gain their trust. Every time I went near these jive turkeys they scurried away from me. Oh well. That's why you just can't be friends with or put a face to the creatures that you eat. We're just not meant to do that.

I've been up here several times and have had to interact with all of the animals just to make my way around the farm. This is no way for a city slicker like me to live, but to each their own I guess. I couldn't handle walking around the yard trying to avoid pig and turkey shit. Then you have to worry about the smell and noise, both of which animals are really good at making. Nope. Definitely not the life for me.

Since Ken and Mary weren't here we had to navigate the forest on our own. But it was alright though because we knew exactly where to go. Even if we didn't we could have let our hearts or God lead us to one of Timmy's final resting places.

Those turkeys wouldn't even trust my Mother which goes to show how fearful they really are. Everyone trusts mothers, especially mine. She's an instrument of God. She would never willingly harm any living creature. They have nothing to fear.

It's a story that has been told on here a few times but one that can always be retold. We buried some of Timmy's ashes up here in the woods because Ken + Mary's farm really was his sanctuary. When he needed to clear his head or find inspiration he would come up here for a few days. This was his home away from home. So when we decided to bury some of his ashes it made perfect sense for him to be able to be here every single day.

Earlier in the week I left Timmy a Rage for bracelet at Memory Point so he could always be reminded about how much we care for him. I meant to bring one out here but I forgot it in the car. Well not exactly. I wear one around my wrist and have done so every minute of every day since I first got it in the mail. I don't take it off for any reason at all. But I did make an exception for Timmy. I would do anything for my little brother. So I gave him my original Rage for Timmy bracelet. If not on my wrist, there's no better place for it.