The First Day of 2018

Q&A a day: What is your mission? To be more productive and attentive in all aspects of my life; to improve my abilities to share and grow with others; and increase my love and understanding for learning from different points of view.

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Cuyamaca Rancho St Park

We, the husband and dogs, went on a NYE trip to escape the city for the weekend. There was some confusion as to our plans, and I wanted to take the boat out (but our car isn’t ready for that), and I wasn’t sure I could handle the hiking — so we did some one-day short hikes (successfully) and Caleb was excited to hike with his wife again (and use his new camp pillow as his old one somehow got eaten by spiders).

Sparky staying in the car

We went through Alpine, Cuyamaca Rancho St. Park, and Julian, and stopped for the night at Tamarisk Grove Campground. We really need to start walking on to these sites for the discount, but were given a cabin site for the tent price. I was excited thinking we were getting a cabin for half price, but the cabin stayed locked. I walked the dogs while Caleb set up and we had macaroni and cider for dinner.

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Cactus Loop Trail

We went on the Cactus Loop Trail before breakfast and left the dogs shivering in the shade of the car. I was bummed that they couldn’t go with us, but grateful as I sat pulling needles out of my shoe. We stopped at Slab City and had a different experience from last time as we tried to imagine ourselves living there — kids in the street, “You got a dollar?” Next stop was the Salton Sea, still with plenty of dead fish, so the dogs could walk to the beach. I had to stop Piggy from trying to pick up salty treats.

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Slab City

We stopped at the International Banana Museum (Guinness Book of World Records and all that) and went inside the smoked-out shop next door for some cold beverages while we waited the 20 minutes for the museum to open at 1pm only to have the stoner next door tell us she got the owner sick and couldn’t be in two places at once, so we were out of luck.

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Salton Sea

From there, we drove to Painted Canyon Trail, a beautiful hike that we had not researched. I saw it on the map. I was practically dragging the dogs down the trail and this little girl stopped to ask how we’d get them up the ladders. I told her they’d climb, but I just wanted to see one for myself, with my crippled shoe on, while Caleb stood with the dogs in the shade. We had her little brother approach and comment on Piggy’s eyes, “That dog doesn’t have pupils.” I climbed up some large rocks, went through a crevice, and saw the first ladder. We will be coming back for a day hike when we’re with a more cooperative group and more able to complete the hike safely (in my boots).

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Cholla Cactus Garden, Joshua Tree NP

We passed BLM (free camping) and stopped at the Cottonwood Visitor Center in Joshua Tree National Park where we were told all the camping sites were full (and I forgot to get my passport stamp, but also forgot my passport). I asked for a new park pass and the ranger said, “I’ll issue you guys the military pass, it’s free and not $25. You’re too young for the senior pass.” I told him we’ll take one of each.

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Split Rock Trail

We decided on the Split Rock Trail and the two miles took us an hour and a half (luckily the moon was bright). I thought we’d be sleeping in the park and made plans for the morning north of, but we ended up at a BLM site northwest of the park. We had our macaroni (after I let it boil over) and juice for dinner and then read by lamplight in the car until I realized Caleb had climbed into his sleeping bag without me. I grabbed the dogs and joined him.

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On our way to Mojave National Preserve we stopped in Amboy at the cafe after our apple for me and cheddar and jerky for Caleb had worn off. The guy greeted us with, “Can I help ya?” and I simply replied, “food.” His response was, “You see the sign – no kitchen.” He said we could expect our next meal in Baker, which is 75 miles north in our direction.

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two cell prison at Kelso Depot, Mojave NP

Caleb had us down this dirt road and parts were rockier and rougher than others. We had some jeeps fly by us and eventually pulled over when the low tire pressure light came on. We figured no time like the present for a walk and stumbled across a trailhead. It took the dogs 24 minutes to walk 0.8 miles on flat, but gravely and sandy road, and I didn’t want to leave them in the car while we went exploring old volcanic tubes.

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view from the depot (now visitor center)

We stopped in Baker, got air in the tires, and then went across the street for a strawberry milkshake and spanokopita from Mad Greek Cafe (not impressed) and then over to Los Dos Toritos for a veggie burrito, five carne asada tacos, and a quesadilla. I took half of mine to go so we could get back to the dogs and back on the road. Our next stop was the S. Nopah Range Wild Area with tons of private property, so I’m not sure if we trespassed, but we took some cactus photos and were back on the road to Pahrump in Nevada.

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South Nopah Range Wilderness Area

I wanted to make the detour to ensure we see other parks and places besides national parks and I’m glad we did. We stopped at a French bakery, O Happy Bread, where I got the best baklava I’ve had since the place that lights it on fire in Phoenix. We also picked up croissants for Monday morning breakfast. We arrived in Furnace Creek of Death Valley National Park seven minutes before the visitor center closed (I got my stamp). We were going to sleep in the free camping site (way less lights and traffic), but I didn’t want to miss out on the drive and possible hikes, so we chose Sunset Campgrounds and were one of the three tents among the 30 RV’s there.

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I couldn’t believe this was the last night of the year. I looked forward to the sunrise in the morning. We walked a few laps around the grounds through the night to walk off lunch, to cool off from the car which holds heat well, and to get our daily steps (now that I can get 10,000 again!) and for me to complete the December 200,000 step challenge. Caleb thought he’d stay up till midnight but was happy when I gave us permission to sleep early. We had nothing to gain in those two hours and were up in time to see the dark red rising over the mountains.

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Death Valley

The color seemed to brighten and the darkness dissipate in the time it took me to walk the dogs while Caleb broke down camp and warmed the car. It was in that time I realized I had dreamt about finals (professors and students, the whole ordeal), which was fitting for the last night of the year as I gazed upon the beautiful landscape. We stopped at Salt Creek and woke a couple sleeping in their truck. Caleb mentions halfway through our stroll on the boardwalk that he forgot the croissants in the dog-access part of the car.

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morning mountains

I enjoyed the 40 degree weather and the running water and the little salt bushes. I also worried about my breakfast. Then I noticed where parts of the boardwalk had been replaced and pieces of it lay in the creek. We stepped over a part that had been cleared of sand chunks. I love that there are so many parts of this park to explore. Caleb reminded me how I stopped in the middle of the road our first time here just to stare and take in the great beauty, and then again for a flower, and again, and again. I had thought death in the name implied a bland void, but this park is anything but.

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Salt Creek Trail

I had planned on going to Box Spring Mountain Park, then Orange Empire Railway Museum (near Perris), and the Pennypickles Workshop in Temecula where I also found some hiking, but all that got scrapped when we thought about the showers awaiting us at home. Traffic was very compliant and we gladly did dishes, laundry, and showers for all before Caleb went to the gym and I watched the neighbor’s kids in exchange for energy bites and a homemade salad for dinner.

Things don’t ever go as planned, but the intention needs to be there. How was your first day of 2018?

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2017 Reading List

I spent a good amount of time in my textbooks for various homework assignments (some of which I posted here) and reading all types of articles online along with partial books when in the campus library between classes. I am happy that I have a list (of finished) this year and look forward to increasing it next year.

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January:
Bulibasha by Witi Ihimaera
A story of a boy and his fight with his grandpa, who has had a life long battle with another family, but that story has been a lie. Buli is religious, but rapes and abuses. Grandma tells the truth when he dies and gets to spend seven years with her true love, even if she did stay with Buli for 45 years and 12 kids. Family comes first and they shear sheep every summer.

Imaginary Cities by Darran Anderson
A book about what cities used to be and what they could be; how they changed the history of a place and the thoughts of the people. How architecture has been used for art, protection, and purpose within the landscape. Cities can be functional for peace or war, to create open spaces or narrow streets. (reread in July in Phoenix)

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February:
Folklore, Memoirs, and Other Writings by Zora Neale Hurston
An interesting insight into the mind of a black woman in 1940s America who was born in 1891. I appreciate her honest opinions and wish that more of what she wanted then was accomplished now. I skipped some of the more religious parts (some 500p), but enjoyed the songs and stories of people from Florida, Alabama, Haiti, etc.

March:
Mother by Maxim Gorky
A boy in Russia takes up a revolutionary cause for working men everywhere. His dad dies and his mom joins his cause, without a husband to beat her. He gets 6-12 months in prison before being exiled to Siberia and she gets arrested in the end. It’s a story of love and growth that goes beyond the self to extend to all truth. The author was a hero to the people who wrote the book in the safety of the States before returning to Russia.

How I Became a Nun by César Aira
I thought it was going to be a coming-of-age story of a girl who joins a convent, but it’s of a girl who watches her dad murder the ice-cream vendor for giving her cyanide poisoning. She upsets her mother, is ignored by her teacher, and has one friend that bites her nose with his gam’s teeth. The girl gets shoved into a bucket of ice cream in the end by the vendor’s widow.

Winging It: A Tale of Turning Thirty by Elizabeth Tippens
It pulls on your heart, in Paris, in NY, in Philly. It shows the honest side of love, the side we all experience as we chase what we can’t have or screwed up somehow. They are short stories, but that’s life, that’s how we’re all connected – for a short time.

This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen by Tadeusz Borowski
This is a prisoner’s view of the concentration camps of the Holocaust. I’m glad it was a short story as it reaffirms some things I knew and introduces me to details I did not. I look forward to reading more happy books, but I’m grateful for the insight into the crimes people can commit against themselves and can appreciate each day done with only good deeds. I like to think that all people are kind, but they are also lazy and selfish, and given the chance can be very cruel.

Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
The Russian names made the story hard to follow in the beginning, even with the character introductions, but it becomes clear that Pavel left his wife, Lara, for six years to fight the revolutionary cause and then shot himself after having a long talk with the man, Zhivago, she’d been staying with, the man who is the main character. He too left his wife, Tonia, for the war, returned to impregnate her, and was then kidnapped into the war for almost two more years. When Zhivago couldn’t find Tonia, he stayed with Lara in an abandoned house till he forced her to leave and soon after found Pavel had shot himself. This would lead him into the arms of Marina with whom he’d have two children. He was working on getting another hospital job and bringing in his wife and two kids from Paris when he had a heart attack on the train. Lara tells of her love, two men dead and the one she least desires still living. It’s a story of the early 1900s in Russia, but also of love, past and present.

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April:
The Buddhist Handbook by John Snelling
Bummed about missing the first eight chapters (a poor torn book) and I didn’t read nine, but it was interesting to learn about the spread of Buddhism and the followers having to hide their beliefs through Christianity, Islam, Confucianism, and war. It was adapted to fit the local culture and has taken its time to become westernized as it’s not a very feminist belief; and one that is now being mixed with modern society as being a recluse is not required or feasible in the West.

Robot: Mere Machine to Transcendent Mind by Hans Moravec
I’m glad, even though I put the book down a few times, that I finally finished reading it. The story begins with the history of robots finding their way through an empty room and finishes with a future of human minds in robot bodies weaving their own worlds through language and exchange of knowledge. It speaks of the fears of having a robot-dominant world and ways the programmers would preempt for those scenarios. It got me thinking about the life of the brain, and besides cancer and needing bodily feedback it seems to be they could last 1,000 years or more. It made me think about multiple dimensions and a world in which we could see light years and diseases and the pulse of life, such as in Interstellar and Lucy.

Three Cups of Tea: One Man’s Mission to Promote Peace … One School at a Time by Greg Mortenson and David Relin
This book made me cry, and laugh, and recall my time in the Middle East and how I was treated like family. It also brought up the incident of 9/11 and the ways it was dealt with in America and abroad. I enjoy emotion-invoking reading — that and asking questions are a sign of a good book. Dr. Greg wanted to climb K2 and honor his sister. He would go on to honor his two children by building schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan, even during times of war, for sixteen years. He overcame cultural differences, took the time to learn their languages, tea habits, and prayer ways — and to really make a difference through the turbulent terrain. (but also to make a million dollars from his non-profit that he paid back in a settlement)

Fifty Machines that Changed the Course of History
This book taught me that most things take 100 years or more to develop. They start out huge and expensive and over time come with more lights, buttons, and functions as they decrease in size and cost. Some things could’ve been developed sooner and some are done with so quickly. Technology is necessary, genius, and provides freedom, yet a personal prison too.

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May:
The Light of the Home: An Intimate View of the Lives of Women in Victorian America by Harvey Green
This book provides interesting insight into just 100 years ago. Men were definitely the ruling class, even in the women’s domain. They set up the kitchen, the bicycle, the swimsuit, croquet, church, childcare, health rules, camping dress, and calling cards. Life was more busy and messy back then, but art and decor and manner appear now to have more meaning, as I’m sure looking back on my history will have to curious persons in the future. I’m grateful for their efforts for equality and can’t imagine having to wear a pessary to counteract a corset or being doped on alcohol and opium for appearing weak or confused.

Physics and Its Fifth Dimension: Society by Dietrich Schroeer
An interesting read on the applications of science and how they effect the medicine field, military technology, and political opinion. There is a lot to learn in this book, and I should probably reread it, but it was a good introduction into science helping find the thyroid issue, developing the atomic bomb which would lead to better medicine on a smaller scale. The environmental section, written in the 70s, accurately predicts where the planet is today knowing that people don’t like to change until it’s too late. The book discusses x-rays helping find fake art and astronomy vs the church opinion, and the migration of scientists due to the Nazis. And finishes with the price of getting America to the moon — not yet knowing some of the power of space, but knowing Russia might figure it out. (reread in June)

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June:
A Generation of Sociopaths: How the Baby Boomers Betrayed America by Bruce C. Gibney
I was entertained at first with the amount of research collected to fit the authors opinion, but after a while, especially in the tax section, I began to grow weary of all the numbers and percentages. It’s interesting to see how a group of people were able to manipulate the government and society to fit their needs — drinking, voting, Vietnam, housing, retirement, business ownership, tax evasion, and the national debt — all things to go in their favor at the expense of others and the future that will have to clean up the mess.

The Disappearing Spoon: and other true tales of madness, love, and the history of the world from The Periodic Table of the Elements by Sam Kean
Caroline found this book at Goodwill and I’m happy she lent it to me. What an interesting read and glimpse into such an important part of human life. Some scientists predicted the future statistics of elements accurately and others lied to be in the spotlight for a day, regardless of the consequences their actions would bring. The importance of elements is seen in their rarity, their abilities, and how much humans like them for architectural, monetary, or edible purposes. Some glow, some poison, and some mix, but not mercury that prefers to ball up away from others.

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July:
Big Data by V. Mayer-Schönberger and K. Cukier
A bit repetitive, but I enjoyed the insight into what information companies are collecting on customers and employees to collaborate with others to bring about change – where the flu is and to stop the quick spread; which apartments in NY are most likely to burn down first, which engine parts need replacing before a breakdown in delivery trucks, and how to get the cheapest flight depending on the season and the airline. This amount of data comes with challenges that will be met and with downfalls that will try to be avoided.

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August:
The Root of Wild Madder by Brian Murphy
The author travels over the deserts of Iran, Afghanistan, Turkey, etc., to learn about the history and meaning of carpets; to learn their language. He learns more about the culture, taking time for tea, appreciating the shades of red in natural dye, and finding his heart piece and not paying the Jesus Price for it. I thought it would be more scientific, but whatever Brian learned about buying carpets he didn’t share with his audience.

Conflict Arousal and Curiosity by D.E. Berlyne
I’ve tried to read this book multiple times, but it always puts me to sleep reading about the effects of an environment on mice in boxes based on painted patterns, light differences, electric shocks, and availability of food on whether they got excited or explored the maze. I’m sure there’s more to be learned in the book though.

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November:
The Creative Destruction of Medicine by Eric Topol
A neat look into the possibilities of merging people with technology to offer more insight into the data our bodies create to help rid or prevent illness and increase treatment success rates on a genomic level.

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December:
A Whole New Ball Game by Dave Malcolm
I skipped some chapters because I began to lose interest in his writing style, not the topic. It’s nice to see “the white man’s” perspective on the topics of racism, sexism, and saving the planet as I always appreciate an opportunity to look into my own ideals and make sure I’m making the most proper choice; one of love and understanding.

Introducing Neuro-Linguistic Programming: The New Psychology of Personal Excellence by Joseph O’Connor and John Seymour
A scientific way to say that your world is what you make of it. The part that stuck with me the most was reimagining your past to shine a brighter light on your future. You have the power to associate bad things into better memories so you’re able to move past them or deal with them more efficiently next time. Another section wrote about understanding language, especially in its vagueness, and how to overcome that to listen to people better and respond in a more detailed way. I looked at some of the recommended reading and am interested in learning more about this approach for my own wellbeing and helping children to learn more about themselves and understand the world around them.

I’m currently reading The 4-Hour Body by Timothy Ferriss. He gets a lot of hype in certain circles and I listened to part of a podcast today with him as the guest talking about psychedelics and suicide and his TED Talk (and I love me some TED), but I’m not quite sure what I think of the book yet — I am only 20% in. I’ll keep reading and let you know how it goes (and whether I’ll be rushing to buy his other books or appreciate the bit of insight this one has to offer).

This leaves me at 22 books read this year. How many books did you read this year? Which one would you recommend?

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Who Sings Carols?

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Who sings carols?

Not I, said the baker. I bring the bread.
Not I, said the knitter. I bring the knickers.
Not I, said the traveler. I bring the tales.
Not I, said the landlord. I bring the lights.
It was the fireman in the big cozy chair,
curled up with a book, and a fig in his hair.

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Who sings carols?

Not I, said the carrots. We’re here for the eyes.
Not I, said the pies. We’re here for the thighs.
Not I, said the olives. We’re here for the gin.
Not I, said the nuts. We’re here for the salad.
It was the beans in the corner who started to blush,
it wasn’t their fault the guests ate in a rush.

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Who sings carols?

Not I, said the lamp. I brighten the room.
Not I, said the table. I hold all the food.
Not I, said the door. I let the carolers in.
Not I, said the trash, but it’s starting to stink.
It was the chair who spoke last…
for all the guests who passed gas.

 

*all images courtesy of Google

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Santa Season

 

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Our neighborhood had their lights, inflatables, and projectors up the day after Thanksgiving; one yard has been completely overtaken with decorations. Another trend though; three renters in the area have been evicted — one so the owner’s daughter could move in from New York post divorce, but we don’t know about the others and wonder if we could be next on the list of people looking for a new place during the holidays in which we could pick the 4-bedroom, 2-bath with cat piss, the unknown house with live-in garage, or the fenced in front yard with a pool hidden in the back.

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on the way to Wright’s Field

I got to watch the younger kids (from where I work) practice their performance songs on stage for the show I will miss so I can drop the car to the shop (where they will tell us we need a new $60 fuel injector for $450 — so Caleb will be fixing that) and be home for the maintenance guy to repair our heating ducts only to have him talk shit about our lack of holiday lights, my ability to bake sugar cookies, and the amount of dirt with gopher holes in our yard (the one we don’t own). Caleb set mouse traps to remove the two problems and now the management company wants to wait a couple more weeks so that the mice don’t get “fixed” into the ducts and die and smell up the house.

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Caleb had a holiday party at work and he wrapped the two gifts he got, along with one we bought, to take to our neighbor’s holiday party (the one Caleb would be called into work and miss). The kids decorated sugar cookies outside while the adults drank strawberry beverages and ate tamales, jambalaya, turkey, green bean casserole, and white trash (the chocolate covered cereal snack — not the derogatory term for certain people). There was a gift exchange and I fell into the trap of listening to a guy promoting his own product and ended up with a glass bottle in a silicone sleeve. It wouldn’t be so bad, but we already have three of them at home.

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One couple let their son pick for them and they ended up with two aprons — one for mom and the other for dad. There was a cutting board, three candles, a speaker, two glasses, a bath set, a wine bottle opener, and some drink mixes. Only one gift wasn’t deemed appropriate to open in front of children (butt plug and panties) and was given to the winner of the ugly sweater contest (a snowman with his carrot penis from his friend’s nose) along with a bottle of booze.

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southern California safari

All the people with kids left and the adults had some drinks and cinnamon rolls while the hostess packed up what wasn’t given to guests as leftovers and we waited for Caleb to get off work and arrive after 8:30 pm so he could eat dinner and unwind before the party was dispersed. It was nice to meet some of the neighbors down the street and other friends of the neighbors that I’ve heard so much about.

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down into Horsethief Canyon

At work, I was given a Secret Santa sheet to fill out, but I easily get overwhelmed by these things which is why Caleb did the shopping for the party. I tend to over think the idea and have given unused gifts in the past which discourages me from trying again. I wasn’t given a price range and didn’t bother to fill it out, but thought I would do so now and see what I come up with:

  1. I can never resist adding another one of these to my collection… I purposely get rid of things when I notice a theme starting to grow. I fear hoarding and people setting me in any one category as I like my home to be eclectic.
  2. My favorite thing to sip on is… Hot — tea and mead; Cold — orange juice, cold brew or mushroom coffee, kombucha, and room temp water.
  3. I love this, but I never buy it for myself… expensive dresses, furry coats, and week-long vacation packages to anywhere in the world.
  4. I seem to always need more… peanut butter anything.
  5. When I need a snack, I reach for… Salty: I try to avoid anything with too much sodium (salted nuts, canned soup, salad dressing); Sweet: baby carrots, honey crisp apple, almonds, popcorn, dried or frozen fruit, protein bar, or French bread.
  6. I can’t live without… water, oxygen, blood, and sunshine.
  7. I love to smell… skunks, bakeries, and forests; But please not… tea tree oil.
  8. These are a few of my favorite things… Fast Food — frozen custard, Japanese ramen, and donuts; Magazine — online articles; Candy — chocolate with nuts (though I’m trying to avoid added sugars); School Supply — college rule notebooks, anatomy coloring books, pens and markers.
  9. Christmas time favorites… Decorations/Items — snowmen and icicle lights; Flavors — pumpkin, ginger, sweet potato, and cranberry; Scents — lemon, rose, ginger, mint, and cinnamon; Treats — sun-dried figs, sugar cookies, but no egg nog this year.

What are we doing for Christmas? We went on two hikes in the Cleveland National Forest with the dogs on Friday and I got over 17,000 steps. I averaged 2,500/day for six weeks after October 13. Today we went shopping with Fallon (our favorite neighbor) and accompanied her to Kanpai Restaurant to try Japanese ramen for the first time. It was miso base with a fish cake and green onions; I shared a bowl with Caleb. Then we took her dog to the newly opened dog park (as of Dec. 9) and he hid behind us like a shy child so the other dogs wouldn’t sniff his butt.

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a dirty Piggy

Caleb forgot to pick up the part for the Tribute today and I’m sure they’ll be closed till Tuesday. It took Sparky a month to tear up and completely gut the stuffed sheep Caleb got him for Thanksgiving. Piggy rolled in the dirt so much as to warrant a rinse in the tub after being in the backyard. All three of them are asleep now, each in their own bed. I will add pictures to this and then spend the rest of the evening reading. Christmas will come and go like another day here, but we’re used to being on the road or in a hotel in another country, not staycationing while we rehab our injuries and get called into work on our days off. Some days you have to adult and others you can live the life of (Riley) TheJessicaness — both are worth it.

What are you doing this time of year?

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Who’s That Guy?

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He’s the professor who talks about salamanders in Kinesiology.

He’s the old man who kindly asks about my foot in the gym.

He’s the husband that will agree to go for burgers, every time.

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He’s the boss who’s constantly learning and plays well with others.

He’s the robot hanging in a lab at the university.

He’s the guy who brings a sex toy to a holiday gift exchange.

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He’s the retiree who can converse and cycle next to you.

He’s the classmate who is one of the girls.

He’s the neighbor who looks out for you.

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He’s the friend behind all those weird pictures.

He’s the author you follow on Instagram.

He’s the parent who makes you laugh the best.

 

*salamander by Brad Carlson and artist by anonymous

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