Howdy,
Well, the end of last week didn’t go as I planned, as I hoped, for blog posts, that is. I didn’t get them done. That’s what it comes down to, unfortunately, or, to be honest, to be honest. (Would the end of that sentence have made more sense if I wrote, “to be honest, to tell the truth”? Maybe. But after wavering, I didn’t want to give up the chance for, “to be honest, to be honest.” Couldn’t totally tell you why, and sorry for confusion.)
But it got a little busy and a little out-of-internet-or-cell-reception-y.
Thursday the 13th, the first day of this current streak that I didn’t get posted, we put in the miles, yo-yoing up from the valley to the mountains to the valley and to the mountains again. We took the boys from Turlock to Mariposa for an afternoon of swim lessons and down to Fresno–because … my youngest brother, David, and his wife, Melanie, gave birth to their first child, a boy (I think the name is fully out by now but not totally sure, so we’ll go with it’s a … BOY!) And that was the quick post that I wanted to put on my blog on Thursday: “IT’S A BOY!!” But I didn’t want to get ahead of his parents, so no post Thursday after the hospital visit and drive back up to Mariposa for the (late) night. Congratulations, David and Melanie!
Then Friday and Saturday real camping got in the way of my hypothetical, fictional blog series on camping. “Got in the way” has a double meaning, as in no time or connectivity for publishing writing and pooping in the woods colors hypothetical camping real fast.
Actually it was a great camping trip with some family and friends, and we enjoyed it, especially watching the kids having a ton of fun playing extremely well and full-out with each other.
But my plan had been to write and post the camping series before we went camping. Now, I’ll continue that plan with committed, dry camping in mind.
But first, the county fair and the destruction derby. Go, Rock Church and The Crushers!
—Billy
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