Took a little break from blogging. Took a vacation. Went camping. Caught fish. Got to know some really good people. Ate well. Slept on the ground. Drank beer. Ate really well. Drank alot of beer.
Camping at Timothy lake was a blast. Nellie and I went over there with William, Sean & Betsy, and Shannon, a guy I work with. Got there Tuesday morning, left Thursday night, so we didn’t really have that much time, but it was well spent. William caught his very first fish. He caught 4 or 5, actually. Quite an accomplishment for a Southern California boy raised by 2 women. Not 2 women like in the “Some children have two mommies” thing, more of the grandmother/mother tag team.
I am more convinced than ever that I am immune to poison oak. I tromped through gobs of it and am doin’ fine. Luckily I won’t end up looking like this guy. (Warning….kinda gnarly)
Sean & Betsy are really cool people. Right after we got back from camping, Nellie came down with the flu really bad. Betsy called Nellie just to chat and when they found out Nellie was sick, they came out to Vancouver (from Beaverton!) and brought her soup, crackers, bread, popsicles, and 2 huge bins of DVD’s for her to pick through and watch. Wow. Most people just say “hope you feel better”.
July 2005
July 24, 2005
July 4, 2005
Wow…one year being married goes by fast. Nellie and I had our one year anniversary on July 2nd, and it’s amazing how many things changed, and how many things haven’t. It has done away with alot of pre-concieved ideas of what it would be like. So many things that people tell you to expect that haven’t happened….yet. It has been an incredible journey and knowing there is so much more to come and be discovered is exciting. Shared life, in it’s deepest form, is a really wild thing. Being responsible for another human being, having my choices affect her, really makes me reconsider alot of things. Before, I was used to having “my own” time, money and friends. Now, I am forced to grapple with the consequences of making choices as they pertain to another person. Everything I do has an effect on her, and that’s pretty cool. Not in a power trip kind of way, but rather in the way that makes me want to do the right thing. To make right choices for myself was one thing, and very difficult at that. To make right choices for us is a whole different set of processes. Even more difficult sometimes. Most of the time.
One year ago, I was Las Vegas, sicker than a dog that was really sick, (wedding reception food poisoning) discovering the joys of being with the woman who I will spend the rest of my life with. We watched fireworks from the Stratosphere, we played blackjack together, we walked many miles in 105 degree weather, feeling our cheap flip-flops literally melt to our feet. She shaved her head. It was a blast.
Today, she’s really sick. We’re still discovering the joys of being with the person that we’l be with for the rest of our lives. We’ll watch fireworks at the Sumner community house. We’ll barbeque together. Probably no blackjack or melting sandals, but some things have to change. It’ll be a blast. Hopefully no food poisoning this time.
