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Thursday, October 21, 2010

I don't know what to write that doesn't sound self absorbed or would only be of interest to a stalker. I feel that blogs serve those populations well enough and writing a thoughtful essay takes more heart than I can muster right now. Eventually I will come up with a goodbye letter to my van but for now I will indulge the stalkers and my self-loving spirit with a little photo album time.

Sailing made an ordinary Wednesday feel decadent. Look at all that peace and sparkling water .

Their first year of Adventures! You know they have a new song now?! I kept trying to sing the now obsolete song to my sisters and all I got was a blank looks. Oh, age! From whence did you come? There was ice cream and other such wonders at home. It was good besides all the car shopping and subsequent car salesman nightmares.

We three spent hours in the recliner reading National Geographics. I don't know if I can fully express how much it warms my heart to see the interest they take in my favorite pastime. Even as toddlers they loved it. We would study the magazines together, repeating our favorites and treasuring the new ones. The only thing that has changed is that we don't fit in the chair as well anymore.

My brother is a champion! He came in seventh overall at a twelve mile trail race. Not that placement matters...If it did I would be too discouraged to run. These kids had fun running though and the cowbells made it fun to cheer. I wish I could run without training like he did but then I wouldn't be learning these lessons of dedication and perseverance. Something like that. Really though, I was so proud of these kids. Not just for their athleticism but they had a joy that was infectious to those around them.

School is tough this quarter but not tougher than me. I take pictures and clippings for my leaf collection book every week. If you say it enough, Metasequioa glyptostroboides rolls off the tongue rather nicely.