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Cookies and adventures.
Jun. 13th, 2009 10:47 pmI went hiking with my dad today, in honor of Father’s Day. We hiked up into the Chuckanuts and got only a little lost in the winding labyrinth of trails up there. The first part of the trail goes like straight up the hill, and the second part meandered in these ridiculous loopy switchbacks down a gentle slope were you could literally get from one bit of the trail to the next in two steps, but no, they wanted to mess with you and make you go four times farther than you had to.
This is a hike that ten years ago, I could have just barely made, but now I can charge up the hill without too much effort. My dad actually commented on how much better shape I’m in than when I was a teenager, which just seems backwards to me.
Dad also brought me official documents giving me power of attorney if anything happens to him, as well as his will. He told me to make sure I pay myself for executing his estate, that that will make it feel easier. All this means it’s probably time for me to get a real, grown up safe deposit box.
Then I saw Up, while still in my hiking boots, having just returned from an adventure with my dad. <3 That movie totally made me cry, and I can count the number of crying movies on one hand. (Life is Beautiful and Brokeback Mountain are the only ones I can think of right now, but I know there’s a couple more.)
Oh yeah. There were two boys (maybe thirteen years old) at the mall, who, when I passed them, said, “I stepped on a cookie!” Having bought my movie ticket, I had only $3.50 with which to entertain myself for over an hour. I bought a notebook and pens from Target, and settled into one of the comfy chairs in front of JCPenney’s to write. The afore-mentioned boys eventually came over and threw themselves on the couch, announcing alternately “I stepped on a cookie! (He stepped on a cookie) (It was a mean cookie)” and the depth of their boredom. They said “I stepped on a cookie!” to everyone who passed by. I was truly impressed with their perseverence, and if I hadn’t been engrossed in my writing, i would have struck up a conversation about this cookie. What kind was it, after all?
This is a hike that ten years ago, I could have just barely made, but now I can charge up the hill without too much effort. My dad actually commented on how much better shape I’m in than when I was a teenager, which just seems backwards to me.
Dad also brought me official documents giving me power of attorney if anything happens to him, as well as his will. He told me to make sure I pay myself for executing his estate, that that will make it feel easier. All this means it’s probably time for me to get a real, grown up safe deposit box.
Then I saw Up, while still in my hiking boots, having just returned from an adventure with my dad. <3 That movie totally made me cry, and I can count the number of crying movies on one hand. (Life is Beautiful and Brokeback Mountain are the only ones I can think of right now, but I know there’s a couple more.)
Oh yeah. There were two boys (maybe thirteen years old) at the mall, who, when I passed them, said, “I stepped on a cookie!” Having bought my movie ticket, I had only $3.50 with which to entertain myself for over an hour. I bought a notebook and pens from Target, and settled into one of the comfy chairs in front of JCPenney’s to write. The afore-mentioned boys eventually came over and threw themselves on the couch, announcing alternately “I stepped on a cookie! (He stepped on a cookie) (It was a mean cookie)” and the depth of their boredom. They said “I stepped on a cookie!” to everyone who passed by. I was truly impressed with their perseverence, and if I hadn’t been engrossed in my writing, i would have struck up a conversation about this cookie. What kind was it, after all?
