I lament that we weren't able to hold onto our vacation home for long, but alas, the time has come to sell it. So many memories, so many stories, so many tears of joy . . .
Aging is a gradual process, so why should I worry when the clock officially tacks on another number to my age? Perhaps I should have realized that, as my peers began turning 40, and I would post half-serious questions about their experience, that I had my own issues brewing steadily in the background. I don't think I've had a birthday party since I was six, but Meg insisted on having one for me--something about 40 being a milestone or something, despite my arguments that I had done nothing significant to warrant anything--I had simply aged another year. But I conceded the point. I offered up the idea of a roller skating party--which is probably what my last party was; see, I haven't changed a bit--but I think she laughed that one out of the rink pretty quickly. I get daily emails from Groupon and LivingSocial, and they had something for a karaoke box rental. My half-Japanese side recognized something that could be fun and probably aligned with my personality. I told Meg...
Mt. St. Helens was beckoning us the whole trip I had planned on taking a vacation day the day before Meg and I were to begin our celebration of 15 years married to each other, but Meg suggested just working through the day as she had class all morning and her job to attend to in the afternoon, and then taking the next Friday off and take the kids to the pool or something. The pool? Nah, I wanted to do something memorable, something they would remember for years to come. While that may seem like a tall order for my boring-routine lifestyle, I think I may have actually pulled it off. Back to that conversation with Meg about going to the pool, I voiced my interest to go to Mt. St. Helens and camp and go on all-day hikes. Wow, that actually sounds really good; I better figure out how to make it happen. I searched semi-casually for a camping spot to reserve, but there was nothing, which wasn't surprising given the nature of the request. There were walk-in spots available, but ther...
My buddy and me Being that this was the last full lunar eclipse before the world ends, I wanted to capture the moment for the invading aliens' sake. I left the house just before 6:00 a.m., when the totality of the eclipse began. My premeditated destination was the SE side of the waterfront near downtown, although I had read that the moon might only be visible from a lofty height, as it would be very low on the horizon. As I rode my bike into town, I thought I could see a large and ominous orange glow emanating from the Northwest, but that tease would be all that my eyes would taste of the lunar eclipse. When I reached my destination, I knew I wouldn't have the chance to photograph the moon (although I have had luck with it before ), so I enjoyed the quiet morning (though there were several photographers hanging around the riverfront) and practiced making long exposures with what little morning light had filtered through the fog. I suppose I could have ridden for Coun...
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