*looks around*

*blows air*

No, I don't need to see Brent Spiner get whacked. I just don't. And you can keep your oogey tentacle beasts to yourself, and Jeff Goldblum too, much as I love the poor schmuck. Pirates ahoy, my ass.

Put Independence Day up there on the shelf right next to The Core. Dumb, expensive, fun to watch - and makes my teeth ache. I really don't do dumb comic books well either.

And I tend to run from the room if I Love Lucy is on too. Make a note of it.

Today has been housework, a computer backup, a nap and more housework. The nap was GREAT.

Looking at what's coming up, I'm still working our tax return, but there is absolutely no love there this year and we're paying. How much, I'm still working on. If I end up owing the State more than $200, they'll make me pre-pay everything for this year in advance. Hence, I'm still working on it. *$#@!

I also turned in a timeshare week for a week in Canada over Memorial Day weekend/week - I'll be in Fairmont Hot Springs, BC the week of May 28th through June 4th. And the timeshare has room for visitors - do I have a utility that would tell me who on my friends list is in that geographical vicinity? No.

*frustrated*

I've been through that part of the world once before - I was keely reminded today when I had to fish an open box off the floor of the closet, and discovered all the fabric patches Cliff and I collected while we traveled. And at the bottom of the box, there was all the stuff I had collected on our trip through the National Parks of British Columbia and Alberta the same week in 1989.

Keen, I tell you. I had kept the hotel receipts, some of the brochures and even a small activities paper from Jasper. Jasper was the most northern point we had gotten to - something the trip this year won't even come close to achieving. We might get to see the entry into the most southern park - maybe.

And something tells me I shouldn't try to recreate that trip. It had been the consolation trip after the plans to go to Easter Island fell through due to Eastern Airlines going bankrupt and ceasing service to the place. Yeah, I was going to go to Easter Island. Chile, Argentina, the works.

The best we could do was get to Canada. So we went.

I remember having a huge upper-respiratory infection, and was on big doses of Keflex every four hours. The first hour or so after waking up, I spent clearing out my head so I could breathe. The Keflex had to be taken on a empty stomach, so I had only a few windows a couple of hours big to actually eat during the day.

And we burned 10 rolls of film - the big ones with 48 exposures each - in three days. I still have the slides, sitting in storage somewhere. I doubt anyone has looked at them in 15 years. Mountainsides so thick with trees, they looked like velvet. Glaciers. Moose. BEARS. Okay, bear. Cliff was brave enough to go get the picture by getting out the car. I wasn't.

Getting a rock in the exhaust pipe and having it fixed in Jasper. Cost something like $60 -

Taking so many hot baths I ended up having to get something to put in the bath water so I wouldn't have skin problems related to it.

Cliff standing in the snow and ice at Lake Louise - blue ice - in OP shorts and sneakers.

Never having enough money. Never buying anything but food - and that only as needed. Discovering bulk food stores and buying a jar of honey shaped like a bear, and another jar of raspberry jam in a jar just like it for my Mom.

Running out of funds early and bunking in with Terri where she lived in Coeur D'Alene for nearly a week while we waited to catch our flight home.

1989. 28 years old, and still struggling through my last depressive episode.

I loved Cranbrook, and it's the nearest city to where we're staying that has an airport. It's likely we'll fly back through Spokane like Cliff and I did the first trip - the cost savings are huge.

But Cranbrook was only the first stop on that long-ago trip - this time, it's the only stop.

We should have gone to Easter Island.

Another life. I swear it.

I shouldn't be the expert, somehow. It just feels wrong.

And it just feels wrong to be the only one here. Some days.

*looks around*

*blows air*

No, I don't need to see Brent Spiner get whacked. I just don't. And you can keep your oogey tentacle beasts to yourself, and Jeff Goldblum too, much as I love the poor schmuck. Pirates ahoy, my ass.

Put Independence Day up there on the shelf right next to The Core. Dumb, expensive, fun to watch - and makes my teeth ache. I really don't do dumb comic books well either.

And I tend to run from the room if I Love Lucy is on too. Make a note of it.

Today has been housework, a computer backup, a nap and more housework. The nap was GREAT.

Looking at what's coming up, I'm still working our tax return, but there is absolutely no love there this year and we're paying. How much, I'm still working on. If I end up owing the State more than $200, they'll make me pre-pay everything for this year in advance. Hence, I'm still working on it. *$#@!

I also turned in a timeshare week for a week in Canada over Memorial Day weekend/week - I'll be in Fairmont Hot Springs, BC the week of May 28th through June 4th. And the timeshare has room for visitors - do I have a utility that would tell me who on my friends list is in that geographical vicinity? No.

*frustrated*

I've been through that part of the world once before - I was keely reminded today when I had to fish an open box off the floor of the closet, and discovered all the fabric patches Cliff and I collected while we traveled. And at the bottom of the box, there was all the stuff I had collected on our trip through the National Parks of British Columbia and Alberta the same week in 1989.

Keen, I tell you. I had kept the hotel receipts, some of the brochures and even a small activities paper from Jasper. Jasper was the most northern point we had gotten to - something the trip this year won't even come close to achieving. We might get to see the entry into the most southern park - maybe.

And something tells me I shouldn't try to recreate that trip. It had been the consolation trip after the plans to go to Easter Island fell through due to Eastern Airlines going bankrupt and ceasing service to the place. Yeah, I was going to go to Easter Island. Chile, Argentina, the works.

The best we could do was get to Canada. So we went.

I remember having a huge upper-respiratory infection, and was on big doses of Keflex every four hours. The first hour or so after waking up, I spent clearing out my head so I could breathe. The Keflex had to be taken on a empty stomach, so I had only a few windows a couple of hours big to actually eat during the day.

And we burned 10 rolls of film - the big ones with 48 exposures each - in three days. I still have the slides, sitting in storage somewhere. I doubt anyone has looked at them in 15 years. Mountainsides so thick with trees, they looked like velvet. Glaciers. Moose. BEARS. Okay, bear. Cliff was brave enough to go get the picture by getting out the car. I wasn't.

Getting a rock in the exhaust pipe and having it fixed in Jasper. Cost something like $60 -

Taking so many hot baths I ended up having to get something to put in the bath water so I wouldn't have skin problems related to it.

Cliff standing in the snow and ice at Lake Louise - blue ice - in OP shorts and sneakers.

Never having enough money. Never buying anything but food - and that only as needed. Discovering bulk food stores and buying a jar of honey shaped like a bear, and another jar of raspberry jam in a jar just like it for my Mom.

Running out of funds early and bunking in with Terri where she lived in Coeur D'Alene for nearly a week while we waited to catch our flight home.

1989. 28 years old, and still struggling through my last depressive episode.

I loved Cranbrook, and it's the nearest city to where we're staying that has an airport. It's likely we'll fly back through Spokane like Cliff and I did the first trip - the cost savings are huge.

But Cranbrook was only the first stop on that long-ago trip - this time, it's the only stop.

We should have gone to Easter Island.

Another life. I swear it.

I shouldn't be the expert, somehow. It just feels wrong.

And it just feels wrong to be the only one here. Some days.

*looks around*

*blows air*

No, I don't need to see Brent Spiner get whacked. I just don't. And you can keep your oogey tentacle beasts to yourself, and Jeff Goldblum too, much as I love the poor schmuck. Pirates ahoy, my ass.

Put Independence Day up there on the shelf right next to The Core. Dumb, expensive, fun to watch - and makes my teeth ache. I really don't do dumb comic books well either.

And I tend to run from the room if I Love Lucy is on too. Make a note of it.

Today has been housework, a computer backup, a nap and more housework. The nap was GREAT.

Looking at what's coming up, I'm still working our tax return, but there is absolutely no love there this year and we're paying. How much, I'm still working on. If I end up owing the State more than $200, they'll make me pre-pay everything for this year in advance. Hence, I'm still working on it. *$#@!

I also turned in a timeshare week for a week in Canada over Memorial Day weekend/week - I'll be in Fairmont Hot Springs, BC the week of May 28th through June 4th. And the timeshare has room for visitors - do I have a utility that would tell me who on my friends list is in that geographical vicinity? No.

*frustrated*

I've been through that part of the world once before - I was keely reminded today when I had to fish an open box off the floor of the closet, and discovered all the fabric patches Cliff and I collected while we traveled. And at the bottom of the box, there was all the stuff I had collected on our trip through the National Parks of British Columbia and Alberta the same week in 1989.

Keen, I tell you. I had kept the hotel receipts, some of the brochures and even a small activities paper from Jasper. Jasper was the most northern point we had gotten to - something the trip this year won't even come close to achieving. We might get to see the entry into the most southern park - maybe.

And something tells me I shouldn't try to recreate that trip. It had been the consolation trip after the plans to go to Easter Island fell through due to Eastern Airlines going bankrupt and ceasing service to the place. Yeah, I was going to go to Easter Island. Chile, Argentina, the works.

The best we could do was get to Canada. So we went.

I remember having a huge upper-respiratory infection, and was on big doses of Keflex every four hours. The first hour or so after waking up, I spent clearing out my head so I could breathe. The Keflex had to be taken on a empty stomach, so I had only a few windows a couple of hours big to actually eat during the day.

And we burned 10 rolls of film - the big ones with 48 exposures each - in three days. I still have the slides, sitting in storage somewhere. I doubt anyone has looked at them in 15 years. Mountainsides so thick with trees, they looked like velvet. Glaciers. Moose. BEARS. Okay, bear. Cliff was brave enough to go get the picture by getting out the car. I wasn't.

Getting a rock in the exhaust pipe and having it fixed in Jasper. Cost something like $60 -

Taking so many hot baths I ended up having to get something to put in the bath water so I wouldn't have skin problems related to it.

Cliff standing in the snow and ice at Lake Louise - blue ice - in OP shorts and sneakers.

Never having enough money. Never buying anything but food - and that only as needed. Discovering bulk food stores and buying a jar of honey shaped like a bear, and another jar of raspberry jam in a jar just like it for my Mom.

Running out of funds early and bunking in with Terri where she lived in Coeur D'Alene for nearly a week while we waited to catch our flight home.

1989. 28 years old, and still struggling through my last depressive episode.

I loved Cranbrook, and it's the nearest city to where we're staying that has an airport. It's likely we'll fly back through Spokane like Cliff and I did the first trip - the cost savings are huge.

But Cranbrook was only the first stop on that long-ago trip - this time, it's the only stop.

We should have gone to Easter Island.

Another life. I swear it.

I shouldn't be the expert, somehow. It just feels wrong.

And it just feels wrong to be the only one here. Some days.

People -

Keep good thoughts in your mind for my friend caitlin, will you?

The details are unimportant - if you know her yourself, you might call.

But she has had the most incredible string of bad luck I've ever seen - just plain wrong place, wrong person, wrong time type luck - and I don't have the hoodoo to get rid of it.

Or the resources to do anything more to help.

People -

Keep good thoughts in your mind for my friend caitlin, will you?

The details are unimportant - if you know her yourself, you might call.

But she has had the most incredible string of bad luck I've ever seen - just plain wrong place, wrong person, wrong time type luck - and I don't have the hoodoo to get rid of it.

Or the resources to do anything more to help.

People -

Keep good thoughts in your mind for my friend caitlin, will you?

The details are unimportant - if you know her yourself, you might call.

But she has had the most incredible string of bad luck I've ever seen - just plain wrong place, wrong person, wrong time type luck - and I don't have the hoodoo to get rid of it.

Or the resources to do anything more to help.