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Update: I fixed the comments, too. I hope I got all of the bugs out and that this whole blogging thing will go smoother from now on.
Dear Family and friends,
Every year when the time to write my Christmas letter rolls around, I look through all of my pictures to jog my memory about what has happened during the year. It’s not a very time-efficient way of doing things, because I always end up looking at the pictures and reminiscing for way too long. This year, though, I don’t seem to have taken very many pictures, so I hope I remember all the significant events. Continue reading ‘Christmas letter’
A couple of years ago, I made a Santa hat to go on the Fremont troll so I could take pictures for my Christmas cards. It’s been in a plastic bag in the closet ever since, so I thought I’d dress up Mr. Troll again this year and just leave the hat for others to enjoy. So my friend Todd, Meg and I took a little jaunt to the troll to doll him up for the holidays. After we got the hat situated and took photos to have evidence of our deed, we went to a nearby bakery to get some muffins and hot chocolate. We went back to the troll with our baked goods and beverages and sat across the street to watch people react. It seemed like a hit with folks, so I hope it stays awhile and some bum doesn’t decide to use it as a sleeping bag.
Update: The troll’s hat was gone Monday morning. I’m disappointed in Seattle.
My friend Todd and I went to Portland yesterday to see Cake in concert. We drove through heavy rain the whole way down, and we were a little concerned when water was lapping onto the road on the way down, but there was no way we were going to miss that show, so we kept driving.
It was still pouring rain when we got to Portland, so we hung out at Powell’s awhile before the show. Right before the concert, I looked at my cell phone and saw that I had a text message saying I-5 between Portland and Seattle had been closed because of flooding. Continue reading ‘Stuck in Portland’
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