my life as a nomad

there and back again

so, the road trip was great. drove appx 2500 miles, got way too little sleep and had a blast both driving out to chicago with luke (a.k.a. "uncle elvis") and then spending the rest of the weekend with luke (a.k.a. "luke") back in cleveland. it's good to be back home for a few days, though, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. i baked a blueberry pie earlier today, and i plan on eating it in the near future. i also slept in until nearly eleven this morning. i can't remember the last time i did both of those in the same day... probably never. i'll get in touch with the guys at the warehouse tomorrow and let the know i'm back in town. chances are they'll ask if i can come in right that moment, but i think i'll enjoy some time off and probably wait until next week to head back to my 'real job'

i probably should be writing amazingly long entries about my time at camp this summer, but to be honest, i just don't know where i'd even begin. so i won't try and dissect the memories or compile them into a readable format. plus, it'd be lot of typing, and i'm lazy. but suffice it to say that it was a simultaneously amazing and challenging time, and i feel so blessed to have been able to spend my summer at squanto. good times, good friends, and an amazing God

my sister paid me a dollar this afternoon to go and take a small bite out of several tomatos and peppers that mom has planted outside. the idea is that she'll see the bite marks, immediately go into code red alert, and begin a holy hunt for the prime suspect in every case like this... a groundhog. my mother is a lover of nature, and an otherwise rational and caring human being, but when it comes to groundhogs she shows no mercy. if they get blamed for the bite marks, she's likely to set traps, lay out poison, and possibly even lay in wait for their return armed with a shovel. and, if she finds out that i was the culprit, this will probably be my last entry...

less than a month until the great american road trip. i got to see dave while i was in cleveland over the weekend, and he brought along the van he recently acquired for our journey. it's a gorgeous 1993 dodge grand caravan, with only like 60,000 miles on it that he bought for a song. he's in the process of building some storage and even a couple of beds into it, so it can serve as our mobile home for the month or so we'll be on the road. our agenda: maine to alaska, and then see as much of the west coast and the rest of america that we can before we have to head back

i'm debating whether or not to get a cell phone. i really dislike them, but also grudgingly admit that they can be quite the convenience. and so, the dilemna rages on


time for some pie and ice cream out on the front porch.... boy do i love summer



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posted by Patrick @ 6:00 PM