Jul
10
I thought I’d have a very sad entry to post this week:
But thank the gods, Cat appeared in our driveway today – raspy-voiced, slenderized, and full of atypical affection.
I don’t know exactly how long she had been missing; judging by her appearance and behavior she had a rough time while the rest of us were on vacation. We fed her tuna and petted her until her fur gave off sparks. Poor Cat.
I never knew how much I’d miss her. Now I do. She’s evil and obnoxious and loud and prone to stealth-barfing, but…god damn I’m glad she’s back.
Jul
8
July 8, 2006
Here are some things I learned over the last week:
• It’s probably not necessary to pack every single article of clothing the boy owns for a weeklong trip. I mean, the snow parka? The novelty letterman jacket? The “I (Heart) Daddy” onesie that hasn’t fit in three months? WTF, self.
• However, next time: Bring. More. Diapers. “Bob’s Market” does NOT carry Stage 3 Cruisers.
• A suitcase full of hot-weather clothing is a sorrowful thing on a cool, rainy day. Especially when there are several cool, rainy days in a row.
• If you can’t count worth a damn, it’s kind of embarrassing to have someone try and teach you how to play cribbage.
• Cherry juice will stain the everlasting shit out of your favorite Unionbay capri pants.
Hi! I missed you. Are you doing something different with your ass? Because it looks fabulous. I’m just saying.
We’re back from Oregon, and man am I glad to be home, because home is where the 1) heart, 2) king-sized bed, and 3) 2-ply toilet paper is. We did have a great time, though – so onward! To the photos!
JB and Riley, hanging out in JB’s brother’s backyard in Eugene. That there would be the fence, from the Manly Weekend of Fence Building. Do you smell the testosterone? Mmmm, bacony.
This is JB’s brother’s bunny rabbit. (Well now, that took the manliness down a notch.) When Joe rubs its head, it freezes on its back, legs all stiff and unmoving. I never thought a rabbit would be a interesting pet until I saw this. I’m sure it’s in some terror-provoked state, probably caused by some primal urge to escape detection from predators, but hey – frozen rabbit. Cool.
When did my baby all of a sudden turn into some kind of little boy?
I bought this floatie deal for Riley not having any idea how he could react to being in water. Turns out he loooooves it.
I think he could have spent the whole day in the river, really.
JB was extremely proud. “He’s a waterdog like his dad,” he kept saying. I was just glad Riley didn’t seem to have inherited my deep fear of both algae and fish.
Speaking of waterdogs, Dog had a wonderful time. Dog heaven!
JB and his brother put on their annual display of illegally obtained fireworks, which to my great amazement did not wake up Riley, although later the sound of us quietly opening a door did.
Now, this? Is a bear. A fucking HUGE ASS bear that was, like, INCHES from me.
Seriously. Inches.
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OKAY FINE, it was kind of more like feet. Or, well, yards.
But if that thing had been several hundred feet closer, and we had not been driving JB’s truck, and…uh, it was pissed? Or something? Things could have gotten OUT OF HAND.
A neighbor let us visit his enormous Sunset-magazine-worthy garden and pick the most outstandingly good cherries I’ve ever had the privilege of eating. My god, they were good.
So. Good.
This is a view of the Umpqua and surrounding hills. Pretty part of the world, don’t you think?
The family, walking a country road near the cabin.
Foxgloves and fog.
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Thanks for all those comments on the last entry, by the way. You guys are awesome and interesting and very cool, even if some of you are a teeny, tiny bit weird, what with your inexplicable hatred of melons (…oh, you just haven’t had a good honeydew) and all.
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