November 7 is a good day
Tuesday morning was that weird feeling.
It was the first morning I could sleep in, and the time zone, and the farm animals, and the dogs in the house.
I slept in until 9, really lazy I know, but just remember, I got up before everyone in Oregon still.
Dad was at school, and mom left to do errands, so I spent the whole day picking up osage oranges out of the pastures and dumping them in a creek. Nothing quite like brainless manual labor on your vacation. It felt good. My parent's new vehicle is fun. And I love those Donkeys.
That night our Scrabble game got cut short because my parents watched Amazing Race, insisting it is the only reality show they watch.
It was the first morning I could sleep in, and the time zone, and the farm animals, and the dogs in the house.
I slept in until 9, really lazy I know, but just remember, I got up before everyone in Oregon still.
Dad was at school, and mom left to do errands, so I spent the whole day picking up osage oranges out of the pastures and dumping them in a creek. Nothing quite like brainless manual labor on your vacation. It felt good. My parent's new vehicle is fun. And I love those Donkeys.
That night our Scrabble game got cut short because my parents watched Amazing Race, insisting it is the only reality show they watch.
posted by The Cruise at 5:06 PM
2 Comments:
Ah....The Amazing "Let's Make Other Countries Hate Us More" Race. My mom loves that show.
Jen & I watch Survivor religiously. It's a great show & I'm not gonna apologize.
Hey, you have Donkeys! Why would you ever come back to Portland?
Did you and a buddy ride them in a race, ala Swiss Family Robinson?
That picture looks like it came from a fancy new digital camera. Perhaps one that was bought specifically for this trip?
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