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Well, I don’t really have any significant updates to make, so this will be short and sweet. Speaking of short and sweet (not a shameless segway into romantic matters, fear not), our vacation is already drawing to a close.
It didn’t hit me until today, but I realized I’ve been enjoying vacation so much I failed to take my usual slew of photos. So I took a good number of them today and shot a little video of my journey to Haystack Rock. It’s probably not as exciting as I thought it would be, and my entertaining narrative was kind of… well, lackluster at best. I was too busy trying to keep from stumbling and getting my pants wet to crack any good jokes. Oh well, I’ve got at least one goofy photo to make up for it.
Daniel Predmore wanted to share. In my face.
So I’ve come to realize that updating each night this week would prove fruitless for the following reasons: one, all we really do is eat, and two, I’m on vacation.
That's my name, but not my handwriting.
Well, it’s that time of year. We’ve packed our bags, thrown on some shorts, and piled into the family ‘95 Ford Aerostar van, heading for the coast. It’s been four years since we last visited Cannon Beach, Oregon. I’ve got mixed feelings about going back, but overall I’m thrilled to be on vacation.
We’re still driving there as I write this on my iPhone. My thoughts are very stream-of-consciousness, but I’ll do my best to be coherent.
Paint the town green.
It’s been a while since I had a memorable dream, and I mean that literally. Most of the time, I only have a foggy recollection of what goes on in my head during the night. Wednesday morning was an exception. As soon as I woke up, I started typing on my iPhone in a desperate attempt to record every bit of nocturnal weirdness before it faded away. What follows is a slightly edited version of what I wrote:
There’s a big remodel/construction project going on at my parents’ new house. Mom and dad are still living in the old one. My sister Sarah is here and Oksana (an attractive girl from work) is in the kitchen. Apparently, she forgot to put some kind of food in the oven and asks me if I did. I say I didn’t, and she pretends it’s my fault. Sarah walks down the hallway, enters the kitchen, and gets one of those weird expressions on her face. She tells Oksana that I’m already married (which I’m not), just to make me mad. Oksana has no response.
