and I realize … I’m going home….

2.5 more days of work until vacation! I have no idea why I get so excited about a chance to spend time at our own house in Oregon, but I do, every time. (Of course, part of that is also just about having a week-and-a-day off work.) I wish we could stay longer but Ted has an important meeting the first day back. Sigh.

We are hoping to be able to bring our boats up from where they’re stored in my in-laws’ garage, but that’s proving difficult. It would have been easy to do back when we had a big SUV we could put the boat rack on, but while we still have the rack, we’ve been having trouble finding something to attach it to. We could improvise with an imperfect rack and foam, but we haven’t been able to find a truck or van with a rack for rent. It’s not like a kayak where you can just plop it on some foam and tie it down; we have to move a single and a double and the double is 35′ long.

I’m tempted to buy kayaks anyway (they are in the longer term plans) but rationally I know that’s a stupid thing to do before I try a few different kinds. I hope we can go ‘yak-shopping at the new Cabela’s in the area, though, just to see what they have. The boy needs work boots anyway. (His term: he means hiking boots. Only guy I’ve ever met who wears Danners to mow the lawn.)

Also, American steaks! And drinking local Oregon wines with them!

Also, DSW! (Shoes are both more expensive here and, in my experience, lower quality.)

Also, good corn on the cob! (Don’t even tell me about picking it out back and shucking it on the way to the pot; I’ll just be happy with normal US supermarket quality.)

Also, cooking on a stove with actual flames! And a real oven!

How appallingly domestic of me.

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