Sitting around, August 20 2009

Yep, that’s mostly what I’m doing. Sitting around. My knees ached when I got up today, so we’ve been taking it easy. We went to Nooksack Falls to find a geocache, then up 542 a bit for another, then further along to the White Salmon ski area for a third. From there, we headed up to Artist Point and wandered a bit on the trails near the parking lot, plodding along with the other tourists. Then we came back here, got the Growler, and headed to the Beer Shrine. I got the Growler filled with their Hefeweizen and ordered a large White pizza with no mushrooms but with added roasted garlic. And here I am. I finished my book, and the only channel on TV is 101. The pizza box is too big to fit in the fridge. I think that pretty much covers my day.

Beer bottle #30: “I’ve had so much to drink and it hasn’t even afflicted me.” Better have a double.

Hey, why is Marmot Creek Brewing Company NOT named on my beer labels? Dude, you gotta put the brewery name on the bottle labels!

At one of the geocaches I found something I couldn’t identify, so naturally I took it. I think, upon further inspection, that it is an eraser of some sort. I’m going to forget to look this up by the time I get home, so someone tell me what a Staedtler Rasoplast is. I don’t have internet here, remember? I can’t Google or Bing it right now, and by the time I get home my goldfish brain will not remember that I want to know what this is.

Beer bottle #29: “C’mon, let’s go drink ‘til we can’t feel feelings anymore.” I’ll drink to that.

Duncan has repeatedly approached Wiggles. The cat doesn’t react terribly, but she has hissed and swiped at him once or twice. Duncan takes the hint and walks away, so what does the cat do? She follows him so that he goes back to her! Cats are psycho. They remind me of some people I’ve known.

I finished reading “Lamb: the Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal,” by Christopher Moore. Now I’m starting on the short stories of Vladimir Nabakov. Good thing I downloaded it on my laptop while I was supposed to be working one day or I would have had to find a different way to entertain myself for the rest of the night.

Wow, I wish this place had a vacuum cleaner. There’s dog hair everywhere. Glad it isn’t my carpeting. HA!

It is now about 10 pm and I just stepped out to take a pizza box out to the garbage. On a whim, I walked out into the street to look at the stars. It is so dark here, you can see the Milky Way, which makes it a little difficult for me to pick out the few constellations I recognize. While I was looking up to Cassiopeia, I saw a meteorite. Or maybe it was a Quagaar. I hear this is the time of year they visit.