Actual Vacations

Actual vacations result in feeling considerably more tired and battered by the time you get home than you did when you left. That's a sure sign of successful out-hanging with your homies.

This picture bears comment:


My brother in-law, with whom we stayed in Oregon City, has two rambunctious wee childrens who demand 100% attention, 100% of the time. In order to be able to work (he telecommutes) from their new place, he has "converted" the tool shed in the back yard to be his "office." If by "converted," you mean "has a phone and a laptop in there."

The trip has been pretty awesome so far. A lot of croquet and food-eating went down in Eugene, then we had a very fun visit with the kids-who-never-get-tired and their folks in Oregon City. I discovered that my 5 year-old niece is a badminton prodigy. Then, yesterday, we arrived in PDX and joined our beloved homies Br+Cr at La Maison des Pantalons. After B took off to hang out with her brother, an elite cadre of kids was assembled for purposes of karaoke. I was dumb and forgot my camera, but rest assured: I sang a Human League song with Ransom and we all drank our weight in beverages.*

Despite the slightly damp conditions in Portland this morning, the party continues!

*Not unlike hummingbirds who happen to live on beer.