I started my journey in my back yard. I thought that I would have to find my own way out of my back gate and into the grass alley (that I have never been down) on my own. I was delighted that my neighbors dog came to the rescue and run up and down the fence hoping that the Big pale puppy (ME) would play with him. This helped me on the first lef of my journey out into the wild world of the outside by letting me know just where the fence and thus the back gate were.

After getting out the back gate I went to pet the kind fellow and recieved gracious kisses in return. Thankfully he is one of the few dogs I know that doesn't have bad breath.

Now that I had ejected myself out of the back of my cookie cutter complex into the unpredicable world of reality I began to meander. The first thing I realized in my wanderings is that my mother lied to me. She once told me that blind people wear the dark glasses so that other people wouldn't be creeped out by their thousand yard stares. I know now that they wear them to prevent total eye loss. I don't know how many pine needles and branches my blindfold saved me from but I cam to cherish it as a blind man's friend.

Later while wandering I started to notice something I usually didn't before. I like to step on mole hills. THe way that they are softer than all the earth arround them makes them soothing to tread upon. It must be the way the supple soft earth conforms to your foot to cushion and support perfectly. I never would have known this as it was my habit before to avoid stepping on inconsistencies in the ground LIKE mole hills. Since I couldn't see them I didn't habitually step arround them as I normally would. Thank you blindfold for teaching me a lesson in mole city destruction for my own apeasment.

Sooner than I would have liked to have happened I found myself stumbling on a piece of litter that I correctly identified as a can. I of course envisioned sprite as it is my soda (if I feel like the rare soda) of choice, but it appears to have been a doctor pepper. I wonder how many pieces of trash I just passed by or stepped on without even noticing.

Speaking of not noticing aparently I passed within inches of a high voltage box and never even touched it. I never would have even known I mised it if I hadn't walked back tha way that I came in.


As far as challenging someone else to it I am trying at this time to get some of the less indoctrinated co-workers interested in this. The ones that don't JUST nurse a bottle every weekend and my female counterpart has already don't her stint with a camera I just need to help her sign up on the site and get her first photo in.