Sometimes I’m thankful for how slow a week will go. This slug was out in the small part of my in-laws’ property that is deforested (that is not always a bad thing). It looks pretty big in this image, but I had my camera down on the ground right next to it 🙂
I am thankful for things that are old. Things that tell a story. Not necessarily the whole story, but enough of a story that your imagination can fill in the blanks.
Today we maxed our day out by packing up our vacation gear from the condo we had rented. Went out to a tasty breakfast. Rode a surrey (Jess, Evie & I), drove back towards Kalama stopping to have lunch on the pier in Astoria. Came home and played with the dogs.
Tonight I got ribs rubbed down for smoking tomorrow…
And we played a game called Nickels.
Not too shabby for a vacation day.
My phone has a beauty feature that makes you look more like a glamshot. Seriously wei r d, but I felt the Internet needed this.
Playing “Nickels”. It’s like the card version of golf and I’m scoring like a n00b. Fun nonetheless.
I’m thankful for time off with my family. We’re doing great, having fun, and enjoying the bizarre weather.
Today church was canceled because the snow storm made driving to church from longer distances risky. Â Since our body of believers drive in from various places into Denver proper the elders decided it was safer for everyone that we not obsess about Sunday morning and instead stay safe.
I’m thankful for our elders and their gracious outlook on life.  I could write a boatload more, but I’ll keep this post short.  I’ve got a lot to do today 🙂
Some friends are moving to Cal-e-fornia from Tejas. Â I don’t know why, but apparently they want to move from where it is hot and humid to where it is hotter and humidor. That being said, I wrote a very quick ditty to celebrate this wonderful opportunity. Â You may listen to it below:
Disclosure: I was born in California, this song is, like almost all of my work, tongue-in-cheek.
In no particular order: Photos from 2012 of our family and people in our family. No names are given to protect relatives I didn’t get permission from 😉 More to come…
I just installed 9 slate tiles in our front entry area at lunch. Â Tiles. Â Like Scrabble. Â Only with the worst typography ever! Â You can’t even spell anything with the tiles I used. Â And they’re imperfect. Â The weird thing is that the imperfection is the stuff that you want to avoid in some parts of life, but they make the slate cool.
The slate has lots of colors and I had to cut it down by a quarter inch or so on both of the sides (it’s a square tile, so you only cut two sides). Â It has different thicknesses, too. Â We could have found similar thicknesses, but that would have taken potentially hours or choosing colors and patterns we didn’t like just for a thickness difference.
Part of me worries that this looks like a total “DIY” project.
Part of me worries that it will make our house look less cool to some guess.
Part of me worries that I’m even worrying.
It’s kind of like having a crap set of letters in Scrabble and you play near a triple word score and you’re worried that the other person has a Z or Q and they’re totally going to eat you alive. Â Except it’s tile – so really it doesn’t matter that much. Â Next month I could rip it out and put in something else that we like more.
Who’s winning?