A few years ago the boys were banished to the basement for a reason that alludes my memory, but they had to sleep down there for a night, I think (or maybe one of them needed to, and the others sneaked down for moral support). We have two televisions in the basement, and while their main purpose is for displaying retro video game systems, one is equipped with homemade, digital bunny ears that can pick up a few channels over the airwaves. From the main floor of the house, one can readily hear whatever goes on in the basement, so it didn't take long for Meg and I to know that the boys breaking their curfew. But it was not video games that had driven the boys over the edge: it was He-Man. Such a gesture was too cute to extinguish, so we laughed and let them watch it late into the night (at least by Westmoreland Asay home standards--school starts at 8:00 a.m. here).
With Meg's mother in town for a few weeks--and needing a place to crash off-and-on her sojourn--Aaron vacated his room tonight so Grandma could have a real bed to sleep in. Aaron seemed a little too eager to sleep on the futon in the basement. The reason: He-Man, of course. Amazingly, Qubo has been airing the show at the same time for all of these years. I implicitly gave him permission to watch one episode (Meg was out doing womanly-things), but he got greedy and watched two episodes and got caught (and thus me, too).
Unrelated Note: We also have air hockey and ping pong tables housed in the basement. And carpet scraps that are decent for sleeping on. Come, stay, and play with us.
1999 symbolizes my "freedom" time: I was a college graduate, gainfully-employed, virtually debt-free, and single/childless. I pretty much did what I wanted and didn't have to report to anyone or commit to any thing. This past week felt like I had stepped backwards in time, as Meg decided, on a whim, to drive to Salt Lake City--with kids in tow--and stay with my parents for a week. Since I wasn't part of the road trip, you'll have to encourage her to share any stories , although she has confessed to me that she's done with blogging. Here are the highlights of the back-in-time party that was this week: Exercise : Besides my daily 11-mile round trip commute by bike to the office, I went on three other bike rides around Clackanomah County, swam at the pool twice, and ran once. Cleaning : Organized some of our outdoor living space, cleaned the house from top-to-bottom, washed the G20, cleaned my bike, and manicured the outside landscape. Sleep : Every night wa...
I don't think I've been on a true backpacking trip before. Back in high school, my friend Bart and I planned a multi-day trip to Carl Lake, but we ended up turning around after one night of camping at Cabot Lake because it was raining so much and we'd rather stay at his family's cabin instead. I also hiked up to Moraine Lake as a scout leader, on the way to South Sister, where we camped in preparation to summit Oregon's third tallest peak, but we left all of our gear at the lake on the second leg of our climb. That was back in 2001. I first learned of the Timberline Trail by reading a brief summary of it in, of all places, Portland Monthly. Sure, it was 35 miles farther than I had ever backpacked before, and it involved two more days and nights, and I would be going solo. But the summer of 2016 is all about change and new beginnings for me. Day 1: Timberline Lodge to Ramona Falls I slept in Tuesday morning, as I was up late Monday night making my final preparat...
It all started with a tweet. The tweet guided me to a blog. The blog inspired me to craft an e-mail. The e-mail led to a phone call. And the phone call led to my agreeing to trade my 1993.5 Infiniti G20 for a 2010 Black Sheep commuter bike (1 of only 13 in existence). All of this happened within 24 hours. From New Bike An informal part of our agreement to move to Portland was for me to get rid of my car, since I had committed to biking or riding the bus to work--and I never did drive the G20 once we moved to Portland, except once every other week or so to keep the fluids moving through the car. I had posted my car for sale at the G20 enthusiasts' site , but I didn't get any substantial bites, nor did I do much to promote its sale (Meg would like me to remind you that I took a year to sell my del Sol after buying the Maxima ). So when I saw a blog post about New Belgium's car swap at the Tour de Fat , I called Meg and proposed the idea to her. She thought it sounde...
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