What I Did on my Summer Vacation....
Written 9-2-11.....
I've posited two posts I've never positioned here,... yet.
We'll see if I can even properly paste it tonight. We'll see.
The world is up, the world is down, the world keeps comin' on 'round.
Things have not stopped happening, I simply stopped tellin' ya about it.
How I Spent My Summer Vacation:
This summer is hard to pin down....
There was that time that we had to kick that drunk dude out of our house after he passed out in the kitchen... and tried to steal our beer. (He's the dude I confronted in the park Labor Day weekend!) Dana visited, Morgan visited, Ryan visited, Andy visited and I visited Zack and visited Ryan. I tried to watch the Perseids from the Palouse while eating chocolate on a cold, wet golf course. Rashonda offered me a free car... if I would battle the swarm of yellow jackets that were living it it. (It took me 3 days to kill them all!). Gatie died July 10th, we were together in our home... just like with Grandma. The last two months have been cleaning out the house Grams lived in for 40 years and my aunts/uncles/mom and several of us cousins and grandkids have good memories of the place... but now all the stuff is going, going, gone. My house is like a museum of stuff from the 1940s now... if you ignore my batman action figure collection.
Just last week I saw Aesop Rock and felt his sweat,.. thats CLOSE, my friend!
I broke up a knife fight on the street, hosted a slew of parties and have done Radio most of the Summer alone since Abby is in Cyprus on an archeological dig.
I had bronchitus AND laryngitis for 2 weeks in the middle of July... it was terrible timing.
Tiff, Nishidake, Jax, Rikki and myself started Axe-Free D&D... which is the name of our all-girls D&D night... which is ALWAYS a good night! We eat, drink and roll dice (ie: kill goblins)... whats not to like?
Im still the Receptionist at the Crazy House, as I like to call it. The other day I took a picture of Tim (a resident) pulling a face at me... it is AWESOME and totally shows his hilarious personality. I work a little, live cheaply and use my time for getting enough sleep, spending time hanging out with friends and seeing what else I can do in the meantime just for shits and giggles.... like going to see Andrew/Zach/Eric in "Sperm! The Musical" in Sandpoint last weekend... and visiting up there again just yesterday with my mom to look at an insane middle-of-nowhere arthouse thats for sale up there. (Its called the Treehouse and its AMAZING! It has an open air stone grotto with a waterfall!)
Visited Pullman twice, went to Seattle on the train... came back to Spokane on the Worst Bus Ride Ever. I applied to be the Program Director of our community radio station.... but did not get the job, although I had a lot of support in doing so.
This Summer Facebook proved to me why I NEVER wanted to BE on Facebook...
Everyone I DID NOT want to talk to me... tried to talk to me.
People from growing up where we never liked eachother... 'Lets Be "Friends"' Syndrome which defies logic to me...
..and everyone thought I was silly to think a guy I refer to as "The Stalker" would find me. (Long story short: The Stalker is a guy who asked me out when I was clerking at a bookstore.. on our first date I find out he is like 9 years older than me and still wore YiGiOh shirts. ANYWAYS... at the end of our date, he asks me if he can make an 'emotional confession'. I think that confession is good for the soul... and for gossip. He tells me he had been watching me for over a year, had followed me around, etc... that he felt we were fated. I tried to remain calm while I said, through gritted teeth, "Nice meeting you...." and then I fielded calls from him for almost a year of him trying to get a hold of me. Ie: The Stalker.)
Dude,... Stalker TOTALLY found me. Of COURSE he did!
I do NOT reach out to that crap. I stay in my own little corner of the web.
Leave me be, "Friend" vultures! I donna wanna your wares! Which is why Google+ was invented.
Im getting ready to move to another house, live with someone else.
Worse neighborhood. Same rent. No deposit. Similar square footage. Less Privacy. She's a welder and tenured professor. The walls are covered with art and she raises chickens. I move in next month? We're unsure if the couch can fit up the rickety/narrow/steep 80 yr old staircase. I can paint my space any color I want, I have to agree that when she's doing her sabbatical in Prague that Ill watch the house for the 6 weeks. This weekend she has a fire-breathing/acrobatic marching band numbering 25 people staying at her house. I think it will be a good fit for me.
Ris wants to move to a dust-hill town...
Think: Waldon Pond only prairie-style... with grain silos, horses, pickup trucks and copious John Deere paraphenalia at the 'druggists'.
Bry and Jeff are moving to the Valley. This house has been AWESOME! Every party has been a complete success and Ill miss the swinging western doors at the end of the Western Room. We had 3 living rooms in this house AND a sewing nook AND storage/washer/dryer/shop space in the basement.
I mentioned I went to Sandpoint yesterday. My mom and I looked at "The Treehouse" as it's known. It is 3 stories, (with a 4th floor crows nest which gives access to the solar array) and has a 'grotto', 3 shops, a woodfired sauna, a woodfired porceline stove from 1902, an open-air bar, assorted sculpture and stained-glass work around the house and 7 staircases! Problem is? Its the house of an insane artist who could never finish a project and the place is half plyboard and most rooms have no drywall/finished floors/finished windows.. stuff like that. There isnt a straight line in the place, a guy made it to have fun and be inspired.. and it IS inspiring and creative. It was like a funhouse. Its not that big... the footprint is probably 40x30.. 3 stories high... but we toured it for 2 hours and still wanted to walk through it some more! Itis totally off-grid and was fed by a potable underwater spring on 10 secluded acres in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho. It was dreamy!
Back to reminiscing about our current house, The Guys had BBQs whenever they could. They always get these HUGE 60oz monster slabs of cow jiggle and don't spare the hickory-chips on the fire! We probably had 15 or more this Summer alone. The white trash couches on our porch were enjoyed ALL summer long.
Today I made a quilt. Just today. Just now.
Made matching aprons for Hannah and Rose for their birthdays last week.
I went on an accidental lesbionic date with a really sweet girl to Ani DiFranco... it was a little awkward but not too bad. We happened to sit near friends, who smuggled in intoxicants. It was a great time!
This summer I also got Steve Martin's autograph, which has been a goal for awhile. I have not kept up with my bookclub as well as I should have....
See? Thats a packed summer, man! Summer is a great time, and I feel I took pretty good advantage of it! The death of my grandpa Gatie was a huge change. I have a post about that day... it was such a rollercoaster. Being present for the death of both of my grandparents over the last 3 years is a rocking experience, I think my head will ring for awhile. The house is already sold... a house I considered as much home as my mom's home.
Tomorrow I help my new housemate pull up some linoleum in her house. My 'deposit' for the apartment space is putting my hands into helping her do some basic work on the house while she still has the time before classes begin.
So.... thats all I can remember of my Summer... Im sure I've forgot some good times and bad... due to being the decrepit old age of 29, right right?
We didn't go camping, NOT EVEN ONCE! I never made it to the music library at UW. I didn't make it to over to the Olympic National Rainforest. I didn't go to the Rainbow gathering. I didn't go to Red, White and Dead in Seattle this year... which means my zombification is out of practice.... tut, tut. I've been broke, so I've been stuck near home, doing cheap things. Sleeping in, reading in bed, getting fed and bedazzled by my friends... the butchers, bakers and candlestick makers who are the most interesting and fun people around. I'll miss the "S" Spot in the Lady Cave but I won't miss the 4 parrots.
I have a few new memories attached with the smell and taste of cinnamon and I drank lots of lemonade on many days where I had the chance to take my time enjoying slow mornings and afternoons in all kinds of warm, temperate, lovely weather... many nights talking for hours with many friends on our ghetto porch-couches. The night of my birthday there was drumming.... the neighbors didnt even complain.
And that... was.... Summer?
Is it done already?
NOooooooo!
I've posited two posts I've never positioned here,... yet.
We'll see if I can even properly paste it tonight. We'll see.
The world is up, the world is down, the world keeps comin' on 'round.
Things have not stopped happening, I simply stopped tellin' ya about it.
How I Spent My Summer Vacation:
This summer is hard to pin down....
There was that time that we had to kick that drunk dude out of our house after he passed out in the kitchen... and tried to steal our beer. (He's the dude I confronted in the park Labor Day weekend!) Dana visited, Morgan visited, Ryan visited, Andy visited and I visited Zack and visited Ryan. I tried to watch the Perseids from the Palouse while eating chocolate on a cold, wet golf course. Rashonda offered me a free car... if I would battle the swarm of yellow jackets that were living it it. (It took me 3 days to kill them all!). Gatie died July 10th, we were together in our home... just like with Grandma. The last two months have been cleaning out the house Grams lived in for 40 years and my aunts/uncles/mom and several of us cousins and grandkids have good memories of the place... but now all the stuff is going, going, gone. My house is like a museum of stuff from the 1940s now... if you ignore my batman action figure collection.
Just last week I saw Aesop Rock and felt his sweat,.. thats CLOSE, my friend!
I broke up a knife fight on the street, hosted a slew of parties and have done Radio most of the Summer alone since Abby is in Cyprus on an archeological dig.
I had bronchitus AND laryngitis for 2 weeks in the middle of July... it was terrible timing.
Tiff, Nishidake, Jax, Rikki and myself started Axe-Free D&D... which is the name of our all-girls D&D night... which is ALWAYS a good night! We eat, drink and roll dice (ie: kill goblins)... whats not to like?
Im still the Receptionist at the Crazy House, as I like to call it. The other day I took a picture of Tim (a resident) pulling a face at me... it is AWESOME and totally shows his hilarious personality. I work a little, live cheaply and use my time for getting enough sleep, spending time hanging out with friends and seeing what else I can do in the meantime just for shits and giggles.... like going to see Andrew/Zach/Eric in "Sperm! The Musical" in Sandpoint last weekend... and visiting up there again just yesterday with my mom to look at an insane middle-of-nowhere arthouse thats for sale up there. (Its called the Treehouse and its AMAZING! It has an open air stone grotto with a waterfall!)
Visited Pullman twice, went to Seattle on the train... came back to Spokane on the Worst Bus Ride Ever. I applied to be the Program Director of our community radio station.... but did not get the job, although I had a lot of support in doing so.
This Summer Facebook proved to me why I NEVER wanted to BE on Facebook...
Everyone I DID NOT want to talk to me... tried to talk to me.
People from growing up where we never liked eachother... 'Lets Be "Friends"' Syndrome which defies logic to me...
..and everyone thought I was silly to think a guy I refer to as "The Stalker" would find me. (Long story short: The Stalker is a guy who asked me out when I was clerking at a bookstore.. on our first date I find out he is like 9 years older than me and still wore YiGiOh shirts. ANYWAYS... at the end of our date, he asks me if he can make an 'emotional confession'. I think that confession is good for the soul... and for gossip. He tells me he had been watching me for over a year, had followed me around, etc... that he felt we were fated. I tried to remain calm while I said, through gritted teeth, "Nice meeting you...." and then I fielded calls from him for almost a year of him trying to get a hold of me. Ie: The Stalker.)
Dude,... Stalker TOTALLY found me. Of COURSE he did!
I do NOT reach out to that crap. I stay in my own little corner of the web.
Leave me be, "Friend" vultures! I donna wanna your wares! Which is why Google+ was invented.
Im getting ready to move to another house, live with someone else.
Worse neighborhood. Same rent. No deposit. Similar square footage. Less Privacy. She's a welder and tenured professor. The walls are covered with art and she raises chickens. I move in next month? We're unsure if the couch can fit up the rickety/narrow/steep 80 yr old staircase. I can paint my space any color I want, I have to agree that when she's doing her sabbatical in Prague that Ill watch the house for the 6 weeks. This weekend she has a fire-breathing/acrobatic marching band numbering 25 people staying at her house. I think it will be a good fit for me.
Ris wants to move to a dust-hill town...
Think: Waldon Pond only prairie-style... with grain silos, horses, pickup trucks and copious John Deere paraphenalia at the 'druggists'.
Bry and Jeff are moving to the Valley. This house has been AWESOME! Every party has been a complete success and Ill miss the swinging western doors at the end of the Western Room. We had 3 living rooms in this house AND a sewing nook AND storage/washer/dryer/shop space in the basement.
I mentioned I went to Sandpoint yesterday. My mom and I looked at "The Treehouse" as it's known. It is 3 stories, (with a 4th floor crows nest which gives access to the solar array) and has a 'grotto', 3 shops, a woodfired sauna, a woodfired porceline stove from 1902, an open-air bar, assorted sculpture and stained-glass work around the house and 7 staircases! Problem is? Its the house of an insane artist who could never finish a project and the place is half plyboard and most rooms have no drywall/finished floors/finished windows.. stuff like that. There isnt a straight line in the place, a guy made it to have fun and be inspired.. and it IS inspiring and creative. It was like a funhouse. Its not that big... the footprint is probably 40x30.. 3 stories high... but we toured it for 2 hours and still wanted to walk through it some more! Itis totally off-grid and was fed by a potable underwater spring on 10 secluded acres in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho. It was dreamy!
Back to reminiscing about our current house, The Guys had BBQs whenever they could. They always get these HUGE 60oz monster slabs of cow jiggle and don't spare the hickory-chips on the fire! We probably had 15 or more this Summer alone. The white trash couches on our porch were enjoyed ALL summer long.
Today I made a quilt. Just today. Just now.
Made matching aprons for Hannah and Rose for their birthdays last week.
I went on an accidental lesbionic date with a really sweet girl to Ani DiFranco... it was a little awkward but not too bad. We happened to sit near friends, who smuggled in intoxicants. It was a great time!
This summer I also got Steve Martin's autograph, which has been a goal for awhile. I have not kept up with my bookclub as well as I should have....
See? Thats a packed summer, man! Summer is a great time, and I feel I took pretty good advantage of it! The death of my grandpa Gatie was a huge change. I have a post about that day... it was such a rollercoaster. Being present for the death of both of my grandparents over the last 3 years is a rocking experience, I think my head will ring for awhile. The house is already sold... a house I considered as much home as my mom's home.
Tomorrow I help my new housemate pull up some linoleum in her house. My 'deposit' for the apartment space is putting my hands into helping her do some basic work on the house while she still has the time before classes begin.
So.... thats all I can remember of my Summer... Im sure I've forgot some good times and bad... due to being the decrepit old age of 29, right right?
We didn't go camping, NOT EVEN ONCE! I never made it to the music library at UW. I didn't make it to over to the Olympic National Rainforest. I didn't go to the Rainbow gathering. I didn't go to Red, White and Dead in Seattle this year... which means my zombification is out of practice.... tut, tut. I've been broke, so I've been stuck near home, doing cheap things. Sleeping in, reading in bed, getting fed and bedazzled by my friends... the butchers, bakers and candlestick makers who are the most interesting and fun people around. I'll miss the "S" Spot in the Lady Cave but I won't miss the 4 parrots.
I have a few new memories attached with the smell and taste of cinnamon and I drank lots of lemonade on many days where I had the chance to take my time enjoying slow mornings and afternoons in all kinds of warm, temperate, lovely weather... many nights talking for hours with many friends on our ghetto porch-couches. The night of my birthday there was drumming.... the neighbors didnt even complain.
And that... was.... Summer?
Is it done already?
NOooooooo!