Back In The Treehouse

Baby Boomers Recognition Day
Cancer Begins
Vinegar Day
Birthday - Martha Washington (First Lady)
National Day (Greenland)

 

So here’s a question for you.  If you are driving from Yachats, Oregon to Salt Lake City, Utah, which takes about fifteen hours, do you a) break up the drive into two days and spend the night in a hotel in some godforsaken place in Idaho, or b) decide that REAL MEN would just drive the whole damn thing in one day?

 

If you are my family, you chose option B.*

 

So obviously, this year the fairies came early, seeing as we spent all of Midsummer in the car.  And they had to hunt us out in Yachats. But that way they get a chance to play with some mermaids, so they can just suck it up.**

 

There were family antics, kite-flying, tasty seafood, and beachcombing. I also finally got to sit down and finish the book I’ve been reading since what feels like the Clinton Era.  I did not get to catch up on Livejournal, so if anything important happened this week, you’re going to have to let me know.

 

Now I get to unpack all the boxes I packed, and figure out what I can throw out.  As you can see, my life is one exciting thing after another.

 

 

*We did alternate drivers. We’re not entirely stupid.

 

**The Drift Inn, a damn good restaurant featuring some hilariously bad mermaid paintings on the walls, sells a drink called “Mermaid Milk.” It’s actually pretty good—just steamed milk with vanilla and sugar—but the name causes me to visualize things I frankly don’t want to visualize. 

I Am Entitled To One Or Two Cat Posts In This Blog, Dammit

We got home last night at around 3 a.m., so we all sort of fell into bed. But I spent much of the night rising that peculiar stage of sleep where I am aware of outside stimuli, but can do nothing about it, and then sinking back into full snooze.

Which is how I know that my cat Fern, who has learned that my cracked-open window has no screen, spent six hours at my windowsill whining and complaining and batting at the blinds inside. Perhaps this had something to do with my broken up sleep.

So now, to add to her many names, Fern is referred to as Simon's Cat. She managed to cram both Cat Man Do and Let Me In into a single act of pathetic desperation.  And this is not the first or the last time. 

In other news, the other cat Charlie strolled in this afternoon, after camping out and having our neighbor put their food in the admits-cats-only cracked garage for our vacation.  She seems put out to see me.

It’s good to be home. 

Final Grade Report!

AHAHA. I got a B- in the class where I disagreed with the (tremendously stupid) teacher. Apparently my well-thought-out essays reached the wrong conclusions—namely, not the ones she was trying to feed me. (The essay before I got bold got an A- ...)

 

Interesting, since the other classes were solid A’s.

 

And yes, one of those A’s had to do with my pirates/ninjas paper, so I have all of you to thank. The paper should be up soon, once I have obsessively run through it once more.  Just in case, y’know.

 

This has been your last grade report until madness seizes me and I decide to go to, say, grad school. Until then, savor these!