by Jenn on November 20, 2011
It has been nearly a year. 365 days, for those who care about such crap. No matter what I’ve been doing: Kim Kardashian got married and divorced. Gabby Giffords got shot. 33 coal miners were rescued alive from Peru. Casey Anthony caused us to question our definition of justice. I killed my Nike. Bones got pregnant. Steve Jobs died of pancreatic cancer, just as my Uncle Joe did, September 9, 2001. And we “occupy” most cities in America. I love the news.
Even if I haven’t been blogging, life has still been happening. I would like to blog, but I struggle with branding, with what it is I can write about that will have meaning to anyone. I’m not sure that I have anything meaningful to say.
But regardless, I can recognize that I am still different. Some days buying groceries in sweats is a challenge. Other days I can walk into a room with Badgley Mischka, tattoos, and pearls and own the venue.
Does that add value to anyone’s life? Does the juxtaposition of weak and strong have meaning. I don’t know. But I’m going to find out, even if I’m the only one who pays attention.
Love, Jenn.
by Jenn on November 24, 2010
So, my first big trip with the motorhome has gone really well. Sort of.
Snohomish to Roseburg in seven hours flat. No problem. Well, except for the poor guy I tried to run off the road on Highway 9, but he should have known I wasn’t used to my mirrors yet.
Roseburg to Bandon, and then back to Roseburg again. I can pretty well manage everything except backing up and the water hookup. I simply have no mechanical or spatial ability, so I really can’t be expected to be able to do these things. Fortunately, I have the Steve half of Steve and Linda for those bits.
Roseburg for the shows. Very nice shows. Friday afternoon I can smell propane in the MH. Open the windows and hope I don’t die.
Friday night, run out of propane and freeze to death. Learning moment number one. Check the gages before you you leave home.
Saturday. Procure propane. I like the motorhome again. Weather reports for Sunday to the North are starting to look sketchy. Decision made to hit the Oregon Coast to find improved travel conditions.
Sunday night at Honeyman State Park in Florence. Toilet clogs. Learn to unclog toilet, and when and how to use pump. Valuable skills, these.
Monday. Not pretty in the weather department. Drive all day in the rain and wind to Nehalem Bay. Watch weather reports and discuss travel plans with Washington and Canadian friends. Learn that Seattle is a “mess”. Told by one and all to “stay in Oregon”.
Tuesday morning. Nehalem iced over. Snow and ice to the south in Waldport. Unknown conditions between us and Seaside. Staying put today. Learn to thaw water hose with hair dryer.
Cold and sunny. Jack had a nice run on the beach with a dead seagull. Looking more and more like Thanksgiving may be a camping adventure this year. Is fine. I’m sure Jack can find another dead seagull for us.
My favorite photo from the show last weekend.
I always wondered why they put sun-roofs in soft crates. Now I know.
