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Warm the Days-Old Pizza, We're Going Camping!fritzFeb 11, 2009

First I'm feeding some sort of animal, like a raccoon or a mongoose, at the base of a tree overlooking the gravel road at my parents'. It is night, and my Subaru is parked down below as though I just left it to play with the animal. The animal makes some unexpected moves and I decide to leave it alone (*).

I get in the car, and several of my siblings get in too - Joe, Leah, Minda, maybe others. It seems we're going to drive to California and go camping. Sheleen gets in too, and sits on my lap, and I'm a little annoyed, as it seems she wasn't invited.

On the way out of town, I stop at my house to use the bathroom. It's nothing like my real house, much bigger. The stairs are blocked by a door that has apparently fallen on them, such that it lays over the last six or eight stairs, so to get to the bottom, I have to slide down it and slam into the wall.

I go into a basement room which is large and empty. There are a few dusty boxes there, and there is a large pepperoni pizza on the floor, with just a slice or two taken out of it. It seems I left it there at some earlier time, forgot it, and I'm surprised the dog didn't eat it.

I use the bathroom, an adjacent room that seems to be central to the open basement. Then it occurs to me that I should heat up the pizza real quick, my brothers and sisters would probably appreciate it for road food. I try to pick it up, but it now has become like a cinnamon wheel, but with thin crust. It has gotten very soggy, almost liquid, and I can't even pick it up. It just smears all over the floor, and I clean up what I can and hope Sydney will lick up the rest.

(*) Last time I was at my parents', an opossum came in to the vestibule through the kitty door to raid the cat food. We all watched it through the glass door - it was apparently a common visitor - and I asked what it would do if I stuck my hand in there. Somebody, I think Dave, suggested I would "draw back a bloody stump." I put my hand in there very slowly and quietly, but as soon as it saw, it darted smoothly out the way it came in.

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