Warm

photo by 80s Jeff

That was fun.  In fact, there wasn’t a moment that it wasn’t, even those couple of minutes looking for the Sun Deck, even that occasion where the torch was passed and the toddler-on-shoulders was all the indication needed that all was well, nothing to see here, thanks for asking and for the shout-out over the ferry intercom.

The familiar remains unfamiliar under the right combination of circumstances and there’s no doubt the route is enhanced by climbing to graffitied watertowers and mingling among the cedars.

It turns out that sizing your paper entry in the prize pool extra-large and then wrinkling it only works if you’re willing to cozy up to the picker and grab; it all made perfect sense while it happened, which helps you to see why the same moves at home only go so far.

The number of perfect eyefuls remains a mystery; what is certain, however, would have to be, among others, the part where packages were unwrapped to reveal similar contents.  Generosity goes a long way when you’re being generous.

I couldn’t be happier about that way everything unwound; there was the requisite nonsense not to mention the part where even the Easter candy held on.  Frankly, the route gets flatter every year; why pay attention to the expansion opportunities inherent within; rather, you might as well curl up under a blue plastic tarp and miss your whole party, assuming, of course, that the party is anywhere where one isn’t.

The full decade thing is for real, even if the same result ensues three out of the last four events, more or less.  Getting there first doesn’t necessarily require the missing of all those Douglas Fir cones and the itsy-bitsy fruit of the fabled Western Hemlock.

As I was falling asleep last night writing this, I typed: “Please don’t make me sleep in my car, that’s all that I ask;” I’m sure that means something, another unsolved mystery leftover from another perfect day.