Double O is Coming Home

Any minute now, I'm expecting Double O, Julie, and Lissy to come home from the air port. I'm expecting to be yelled at by Julie because I cleaned the hell out of the living room and kitchen. (even though she said vacuumed the carpet a week before she left, I still filled up a bag with raisens, pasta, and potato chips all over the carpet!)

The hiking trip ZZ and I had planned didn't work out very well. We got to the trail head and I realized I left my keys in the car, which was locked. We called our friend Gordon and he drove from Anchorage, to Alyeska, drove us to ZZ's mother house, she borrowed her car, drove to Double O's, I jumped the fence and climbed in the side window, grabbed my spare keys, drove back to Alyeska with ZZ, got my car, and we caravaned back to town.

Went to Eklutna on Memorial Day with ZZ, and Gorjentor. Gorjentor is actually three people, Gordon, his wife Jen, and their son, Thor. Snowflake is their dog, she came too. We didn't do much but sit around the fire, grill some ass-kickin' burgers, hook up some smores and BS a lot. I took Thor (2 1/2 years old) hiking in the woods with Snowflake. He liked "hike on the woods" as much as he likes to "fly like Superman" and "gotta go ta outer space." Later, he tripped and fell into the fire. The four of us adults all dove to save him. He was fine, just got really dirty, sustained no injuries. Gordon, however, burned his hand. Thor said, "I went in the fi-oh," and then asked if we could go home.

The only other exciting thing that's happened is that I'm trying to quit smoking again. I'm feeling very strange. In my head a voice is saying, "Dude, see you can do it, you can quit, but come on? Who cares if you have a few cigarettes today? You've been smoking for 4 years, what's one more day?"

Peace and Love,
Mungo