To Nye Beach.
After literally minutes of packing and seconds of contemplation we are finally on the road to the vacation that I’m told will actually be at the beach this time.
There once was a crow in a tree
but it couldn’t get friends to agree
that the cosmos were vast
as they had their repast
Ah, look! Some shiny debris!
(inspired by true events)
Bloggy Blogity Blog Blog.
I’m not sure why Superman is in Dallas but we’ll go with it.
Said to Josh on the way home: “I really like that marble. It’s marbleous.”
Being on the train is tiring business. At least it means that we’re in Portland again.
Apparently if there is any lightening within 5 mi of the airport they won’t let the ramp operators do their job. We are stuck waiting to load a plane until this infernal energy from the miasmic clouds decides to become interested in some other part of this deity-forsaken land.