my I don’t have to run day

SUNDAY WAS UNDOUBTEDLY FUNDAY

We rested handsomely Sunday morning — probably a little too much for Travis, so he decided to call up his little sister Mae and arranged to meet her at noon. He was able to reach Muffinchops in her stead, so we started…

Teresa’s Adventure

Here I am, finally settling down on the McCaffrey porch typing up my story on Travis’s computer that I bought for him two Christmas’s ago. :)

TO TRAVIS’S HOUSE WE GO

San Francisco is where I came to find love. Now I have found it, I can leave.

Bent

And the doctor pronounced the verdict:

“You have forever-chew syndrome.”

Stanyan looked at him, astonished to see that the doctor had delivered this with a completely straight face. How long did the doctor need to practice that, Stanyan wondered.

Racing

Kings of getting unwound.

Do you know country boys? They are.

I had to look online to find out where to race. I gave up.

On the Friday back to San Francisco (San Bruno), Travis spontaneously decided we should make a stop in a town where…

Santa Cruz

The second time we went to Santa Cruz, he bust out a C-note and we played it away for one stuffed animal after another, to plastic dolls, and the boat race (of course). Rode the coaster all day on Saturday and played more games later, but we agreed that the tips must have been greased on the toy machines :)

Taking a Look

Although in my doubt formula, I speak of inabilities as the reason for my choice, it is clear that the actual fact of the matter is that I have decided to join the group of individuals who can manage to take care of themselves. People who know they can manage without needing to be harried into a frenzy…

Friday

I forgot that Travis taught me how to shoot a 12mm of BB pellets. It was so cool! Guns are fun. But I think I do like the rifle better. Too many violent movies that used guns that look like the BB gun. :) Plus there’s a greater sense of satisfaction from cocking a rifle. Speaking of which, when I do get a chance…

What About Monday?

I told my mom that I would be heading back to San Francisco on Monday morning or so. I believe that was Friday night after I arrived in Laytonville.

Monday morning, my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. I’m standing here, outside your door. I’ve even got the abalone in a…

What Happened After That?

ABALONE

So of course the next day, we’re both beat tired as we get up from Travis’s 7am alarm (I didn’t actually make much movement until around 7:25am).