I flew back to Minneapolis to bring Sarah to California to live with me. Coincidentally, umber°studios was due to have a show upon the day of my arrival — and they had an open call for work. Sarah submitted work, Paul submitted work, Zach submitted work, and so on until the walls were bursting with fantastic art.
While we were at Tahoe, one thing led to another and we hightailed it from the mountain to the ocean. By we, I mean myself, Seth, Chris, and Chris’s main squeeze San. My car was full to the brim of all of our junk. Several hours later, I parked us in a windy wet parking lot on a kingly point: Point Reyes.
So, my team at work had a retreat at Lake Tahoe. I saw snow for the first time since leaving Minnesota last August. Ugh. As they say in Lolcats: “DO NOT WANT.”
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On the 4th day of January, Sarah and I visited Big Basin, which is not far from my home but involves a spirited drive through the Santa Cruz mountains. Some people call my spirited driving terrifying, but tell that to the people who tailgate me while I do it.
Redwoods are difficult to photograph, especially when you are amidst a multi-mile death march.
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When Sarah was here, she begged and begged to go to the fisherman’s wharf. I agreed that we could go, but declared that I would not like it and refused to have any fun. Truth be told, it was actually kind of enjoyable, but I pretended to have a terrible time so as not to send Sarah mixed messages.
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At Thanksgiving, I drove up to Tacoma to see Mount Ranier. No! It was to visit Donald and Chandler, who had moved away from dear Mupples about the same time as me.
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Right before Thanksgiving of last year, I stopped in Portland to visit Melody and Jay. I wish they lived about ten or eleven hours closer. Their son, Noah, demonstrates that Noahs are good things.
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All right, I’m a little behind, but the only way to catch up is to start in and just do it. You might know that Sarah was here during her winter break from her master’s program. On Xmas Eve we went to the bay and walked out into the bird preserve. It was sunny and warm (at least in comparison to Minnesota).
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Sigh… there aren’t enough lazy days where Don calls me up and asks me to go to the dog park with him and Loki. Pictured are Don, Jasmine, and the great dane with yellow fever. Loki was too fast to photograph (except when Don flipped him into the pee-smelling dirt of the dog park, yuck).
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I awoke to a horrendous kitchen clatter this morning: Donald was making pancakes from fairy dust and air, but assembling them with a demonic hand crank egg beater. I also smelled bacon, but it was the strong desire to void Thanksgiving’s wine, tea, brandy and Sarah brand Plum Hooch that pulled me out of my wool blanket cocoon. I peed for nearly an hour.
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