Friday, July 16, 2010

I Wrote This On An Airplane, But Now I Am Not On An Airplane.

BLORT.

That, friends, is the (inaudible) sound of a Sakura pen dumping black ink on the knee of the only jeans I'll have for the next two weeks.

Oh, it doesn't matter.  I'm going to Camp.  The only people at Camp who are putting forth much of an effort to look tidy are a handful of teenaged girls (who have to be fended off from the bathrooms before 6:30 a.m, or who knows how many hours they'd spend primping).  And I have other things to wear.  It's really no big deal.

But.  Y'know.  ...I had a point to make about this, but it's hard to concentrate when the kid behind me keeps bumping my seat.  I'd be mad, but the kid is obviously related to Spider-Man, who is curled up asleep on the seat next to him.  Spider-Man! On my airplane! For reals!

I always pictured Spider-Man as being taller by about three feet.  And not wearing red Crocs. But whatever. Spider-Man!

My lack of blogging lately has been due more to a shortage of time (and, yes, discipline) than to any lack of things to write about.  Last week I had two couchsurfers from Switzerland (lovely people) and I spent a good chunk of my weekend with them (Mississippi Street Fair, Trek in the Park, Marine Drive, and various local eateries).

The weekend before that, I went to Eugene to spend the 4th with family, but before I went, there was a cookout and a sparkler bomb.

And the weekend before that, I went to Olympia to help build a tiny house, which somehow developed into a bizarre adventure involving live Danish folk music around a midsummer bonfire, a stealthy midnight visit to my favorite boat, and sleeping on a 23' yawl under a full moon.

So right now, what I think I would like more than anything is a weekend with absolutely nothing planned.  A weekend in which I sit/lie around not doing much of anything, only taking on responsibilities that seem manageable with limited effort and appeal to the whims of the moment.  I am going to make a point of having at least one of these in August.

But first: Camp! And a visit with The Mitch.