Ummmm.... the last post was embarrassing. Not so much because Mark just let everyone on the web read about our private silly conversations. No, that's not why. It's because Mark couldn't tell the difference between a tomato and an apple. I had clearly drawn an apple that was threatening to turn him into Mark-sauce, not a tomato.
So I'm in Chico right now. If you've been reading the news or if you live in or around California, you probably know that we are on fire. There's something like 30 active fire incidents in California right now, and most of them are in Northern California. Butte County itself has 31 separate fires burning, and as I write this blog there are at least 1200 residences threatened. The fires have already destroyed 11,500 acres. It's a real task just to breath around here, and it looks really eerie due to the blanket of smoke that hovers over everything. The sun looks red, which makes me think of the book of Revelation. And it doesn't help that me and my mom went to go see Wa-lee tonight, which is a movie that shows an abandoned and virtually destroyed earth. Actually, the movie was really cute. What is not cute, however, are the masks that everyone has to wear outside to breath.
Let me demonstrate:
I miss Oregon.
I miss the sun.
I miss being able to jog outside.
I miss Mark!
On another subject, I was trying to post a blog before I left on my trip but something happened to it and it never posted. It might've been something faulty on the computer now that I think of it because our hard drive died that same day, which was such a joy. But the post was about a cute date that me and Mark had. We went camping. On our back porch. We roasted hot dogs and made s'mores on a little gas stove and then we slept in a tent. It was super fun. The funnest part was when a boy walked by us (our back porch faces a walkway that goes through a public park) and we offered him a s'more. He was so excited about it, so we made him a "Grandaddy S'more," which is made with two-times the amount of ingredients. While we were making it, we chatted a bit and found out his name was Shamore.
SHAMORE!
I mean, some things are just meant to be.
2 comments:
i am glad that you got hit on by a teen. i wish that would happen, but ben and i are always together in public, he would probably start a ultimate fighting match. yikes! anywho...it was good to see you. i hope it will happen sooner this time. and i won't schedule someone else at the same time so that we can chat...
maybe i wanna come live with you guys for a week or something. if i could grayhound it out there for a reasonable price i will totally do it, cuz i can still work, it makes no difference where i am as long as i have internets. i freeking miss you guys.
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