Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Peeling Summer Vacation
My summer vacation included:
• hiking
• swimming
• biking
• fishing
• running
• badminton (undefeated)
• horseshoes (I could play horseshoes for a week without solid food or sleep).
• on Monday, all the above activities in the heat and loving it.
• on Tuesday morning, waking up nautious and wasted from all the loving it and the heat.
• writing longhand for the first time in a long time.
• going to Boulder Junction to look at a junk sale and pick up great books by Sherwood Anderson and Plato.
• "sleeping" on a hide-a-bed
• seeing a black bear right in the middle of the road look at us like he didn't have the time for us.
• going to Eagle River with the two goals of: finding my hidden nook bookstore and purchasing a blank, red, canvas baseball hat. The bookstore moved to a more accessible location and I found a great collection of short stories, including work by John Steinbeck, Ray Bradbury, and EB White. And while I couldn't find a blank, red hat, I came close enough.
• catching no fish but getting my new fishing line caught and tangled every other cast, damnit.
• eating so much food that I now weigh 674 pounds including my Adidas.
• getting some horrific rash that caused my sunburn to itch like crazy, so I was running around, screaming, "Make it stop," and rubbing ointment. Finally, when no one would help me -- the wife and mother just laughing at me in my utter agony -- the worst agony ever suffered by a biped -- I downed four Benadryls and four beers and passed out.
• seeing otters creep off of the island and slip into the water in front of us.
• watching my father become a pyromaniac and learn how to make a s'more at the ripe age of 53.
• putting up with my older sister being a s'more snob know-it-all. "You have to put it by the cooooaaaaals." "That stick is waaaaaay too thick." "That is NOT even close to done."
• hiking
• swimming
• biking
• fishing
• running
• badminton (undefeated)
• horseshoes (I could play horseshoes for a week without solid food or sleep).
• on Monday, all the above activities in the heat and loving it.
• on Tuesday morning, waking up nautious and wasted from all the loving it and the heat.
• writing longhand for the first time in a long time.
• going to Boulder Junction to look at a junk sale and pick up great books by Sherwood Anderson and Plato.
• "sleeping" on a hide-a-bed
• seeing a black bear right in the middle of the road look at us like he didn't have the time for us.
• going to Eagle River with the two goals of: finding my hidden nook bookstore and purchasing a blank, red, canvas baseball hat. The bookstore moved to a more accessible location and I found a great collection of short stories, including work by John Steinbeck, Ray Bradbury, and EB White. And while I couldn't find a blank, red hat, I came close enough.
• catching no fish but getting my new fishing line caught and tangled every other cast, damnit.
• eating so much food that I now weigh 674 pounds including my Adidas.
• getting some horrific rash that caused my sunburn to itch like crazy, so I was running around, screaming, "Make it stop," and rubbing ointment. Finally, when no one would help me -- the wife and mother just laughing at me in my utter agony -- the worst agony ever suffered by a biped -- I downed four Benadryls and four beers and passed out.
• seeing otters creep off of the island and slip into the water in front of us.
• watching my father become a pyromaniac and learn how to make a s'more at the ripe age of 53.
• putting up with my older sister being a s'more snob know-it-all. "You have to put it by the cooooaaaaals." "That stick is waaaaaay too thick." "That is NOT even close to done."
