57 - Epilogue.
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Well, I finally got back home just yesterday. And
you know, some people were surprised to see me
back at all, given what happened. That ogre hunt
surely went badly, especially for me, and I took a
pretty bad hit out there and I still hurt from
that. Without giving too much away, I had a little
extra help and it probably saved my skin, and I
owe them a thank-you.
But one lesson I learned: don't go hunting with a
centaur. Because it's hard to share a hiding spot
with a horse's ass. Should've been obvious in
hindsight, right? Don't share a foxhole with one
either, and for sure never share a gopher hole. It
looks like they posted something with my
account... who does that? Sorry you all had to
read it. Well, at least I got my phone back from
them now.
Maybe some time I'll write about what all went
down that morning of the hunt, and the following
24 hours where that the ogre tracked me through
the back woods. But for now let's just say that
particular ogre won't be bothering folks around
here any time soon. And I had a few adventures
making my way home afterwards, but that's a story
for another time too.
And I guess life could start getting back to
normal again by now. But, I think it's time for a
change - for me anyways. I decided that I need a
vacation, which for me just means driving up the
valley a while to turn up somewhere, and getting
away from here a while. My dad somehow put
together a runner from his pile of dirty cars, and
he says I can have it, so that'll do.
I think I'll still be writing in my journals, even
while on vacation, but I think I won't be posting
them on here so often from now on. I have this
feeling that a post every two days could be a
little too much and too fast for gopher world,
based on what I see most others doing. I'm just
trying to fit in, you know. And so guess I should
write some more things about computers, too.
I will be adding a faveicon for sure! No I won't,
only kidding. Don't even know what I'm talking
about.
I spent a while saying good-bye to people. Del,
Pete, Hat, Del's mom, a few others, even PJ. I
think some of them get why I got to go away for a
while, and that a while could really mean
forever. And I really wanted to say goodbye to
Ellie, but that can never happen, now.
And I heard the elfs in the complex have been
quiet or missing this past week. I can't say what
that might mean. A lot of stuff happened lately
and I don't know what it means. I suppose that's a
bit unsettling, but I think a lot of stuff in life
is that way if you sit and think about it a
bunch. So maybe I won't do that. If there's one
thing I ought to know how to do by now, it's to
drift along and get by without getting bothered by
all the missing pieces.
Anyways, the so-longs get awkward after a while
like they always do. Maybe it got there a little
quicker than I thought it would, but it's okay. I
head back to my place and make some sandwiches,
get some extra clothes and things, some bottles of
ibuprofen, and the rest of the money. That old car
has a funny smell about it and an even funnier
sound to it, but I get in and I go.
When I turn onto St. Gavin Way on my way to
highway 12, I see this gang of dwarfs in the lot
where the toyota dealership used to be. They all
got their trash grabbers out, and their beards
tucked into their belts, and they're trying to
chip away at that old mess. And somehow this
cheers me up just a tick. I needed that.
See you.
