I've learned to skateboard, become very good at it, and it's really fun. I'm skating all over the place in a chaotic paved area which is apparently at my parents', up above the barn.

I look down across the yard for my truck (my old red one that I no longer have), and at first I don't see it. Seems it isn't in the area where cars are usually parked. Then I see it in the middle of the field across the road in the mud. I think it rolled away down to there, but it seems now stuck.

I go down there to get it, but it's suddenly late and I'm tired. Keta lives down there, so I ask her if I can crash at her place. She says ok, and I sleep in a big comfortable bed.

In the morning I awaken and get ready to go somewhere, I think berry picking. Keta is working on a computer nearby, but it seems she's going too, and she asks me what to wear. I hear on the weather report that it is going to be near freezing out there, and I'm thinking it'll be coldest about 3:30 in the afternoon. So I tell her to wear something warm and layered.