Is there time for this? of course, if i set some aside for it.

And…swish.

The amount of time is something to consider though. got nothing to do? check. limited resources to do other things considering your environment? check. an itch to write something, anything, consequences be damned? check and check.

I guess i’d like to just throw out some things i did on my vacation, because i did alot and it will be hard to remember a decade from now just how great this vacation was at such an idyllic point in my life. just the highlights in the order i remember them though, i’ll let my imagination fill in the gaps later in my life. Playing ladder ball for the first time. Trying to drain a keg of Dos Equis between two people. Seeing the Portland Jr. that is northern Boise, and getting to a park fair in time to witness the Statewide Footbag championships (crudely known as Hacky Sack) and being totally amazed. Running up Camel’s Back and seeing all of Boise from the top of it. Going running with Lucy, Aubree and Hazen’s dog every morning i was there. Being randomly selected for a security screening moments before getting back on the plane to Seattle, and hearing some surfer in his 50’s saying “why are they checking him, because he’s got a rad hat?”. driving to Portland, and staying at a mostly full house, with loads of relaxing and running around with my nephew. going to a bar called the ship (an awesome dive), and finding a place i ended up calling “johnny’s world” the shadiest place i had ever seen which may have had the largest selections of 22’s ever (along with a rad bookcase filled with the staff’s weekly picks) and me buying 12 of them. Heading to the Oregon coast and gettin’ some debauchery done in the motel 6. going to Seaside, eating a huge breakfast at the Pig n’ Pancake, and Heather and I spending 20 bucks at the arcade there, mostly on ticket winning games, which we ended up giving to some kid before we left. Going to Ft. Stevens and running around the old fort that used to be there back until world war II, with cannons and creepy concrete darkness abound, but good walking to do around the area where the Colombia meets the Pacific. Staying the night in Astoria, and having the Rogue Public Ale House to ourselves, and listening to the multitude of sea lions lounging and barking away throughout the night. driving up to long beach and buying my first airfoil (parachute) kite and having a blast flying it. driving home, dropping off heather for a bachelorette party and ending up staying up until 4:30 at Joe’s the first night and then doing absolutely nothing saturday. brewing two batches of filthy blonde at once on sunday, and then kicking it some more before going back to work, and not really dreading it. this was all interspersed with amazing meals, home cooked and bought.

man, that drained me, recall can be tiring.