This wasn't the first time Reg and Alice and I went camping together - the first time was to the Yakima River canyon south of Ellensberg. But it was the first time I can recall that we had a full moon. Unfortunately, this time of year there was only one opening to the shore of Dusty Lake, and it was full of hornets. As was our camp site. So it was more of an out-of-town weekend where we happened to sleep out of doors - lots of driving to Crescent Bay on the Columbia River, and a bit of swimming there - than a full on camping trip. Which was ok. I didn't get sunburned!
backpacking near Cathedral Rock - 8 miles total
And I have a bike, too. It's a 1995 Raleigh, but it's in really good condition.
Last weekend Reg and I picked 4 pounds of blueberries at the U-Pick in Bellevue, then we totally lost our shit at Hempfest (literally, my wallet and Reg's bag of "medicine"). I found my wallet at least. Reg found another kind soul to give him medicine.
We're starting up Munchkin nights every Tuesday (or at least something every Tuesday) so Reg doesn't go crazy from me not being around, or something like that.
Reg and I are supposed to go to Colville this weekend but I really have other stuff I'd like to get done, like lead a friend on a vision quest. (Oh yeah, I bought a Djembe at Hempfest.) Also, Slutwalk.
(I was loaned one for a Saturday trek and have been obsessed since. Well, I was considering getting a skateboard, but I think this will be a safer choice. There's a reason "like riding a bike" is a metaphor for so many things.)
Reg and I are going camping with friends this weekend, then taking a few days to do an actual backpack (not exactly sure where yet, but probably around Leavenworth). I'm hoping the bike arrives before then, or is there when we get back. That would be sweet.
There was a huge misunderstanding after I called Reg up and asked if he thought we should get married for tax reasons, he said he'd have to think about it, and I heard NO and cried and sniffled the whole rest of the work day, and I didn't want to go home, and I finally did, and he told me I was silly, and there's no other person he could possibly imagine marrying, and he thought I didn't care but he felt we were already married. And if it really mattered we could go to the courthouse this week, but I don't think that's necessary. So um, you should REALLY come to Decibel Festival, is all I will say right now.
(There are no rings: Reg might get me a computer, I might get him a tattoo.)
I accidentally bought The Concise Art of Seduction a few months ago, now I finally ordered The (unabridged) Art of Seduction for my Kindle, and I'm halfway through it. The historic and literary references are fantastic and the other bits aren't bad. I'm sure most people would be offended at the very idea of "seduction" but the French court of Louis XV sounds awesome to me. And the very notion of making an affair unreal and theatrical sounds fascinating ; it's giving me ideas on spicing up my own personal relationships. At this point in my life I can't actually see myself doing anything to attract more people, but I would consider it.
Gorgeous Saturday morning, breakfast with my two favorite boys, then lovely afternoon yelling at idiots and tourists. Okay so that part wasn't as awesome, but lying on the lawn at the sculpture park was. Then helping Keely out (I did the dishes) in exchange for pizza. Reg and I will probably cuddle and watch a movie shortly, and I just bought a 7up. Everything seems about perfect right now.
It was utterly serene and calm. We read Sherlock Holmes mysteries - him with his lumpy paperback, me with my sleek Kindle - roasted hot dogs and marshmallows for s'mores, and got sunburnt. Monday morning we woke up and it was gray, and the battery of the car wouldn't start. Fortunately we had a spare in the trunk, hahah.
I wish I took pictures of the truck that got cut up from running into a boat propeller, but I did get a pic of the lady who spun out on the merge from 90 to I-5N.