The Days Of Wyrd

I wanted to be telling you about my wild adventures up and down the Oregon coast this fall.  My familial galavants partying with the Tykes for Bykes crowd.  My dabblings in cooking in my new double walled oven with a flat top and a warming drawer.  Or my cherry lipstick red new Ford Escape.

But then, as happens in all good families, disaster struck.  First a great aunt died, the last of the old ones.  We all held our breath.  Things really DO happen in threes in my family. 

Well we were next.  One of our children was involved in an accident and suffered a traumatic brain injury.  Yeah, that's what has been occupying my time.  

It wasn't so much a matter of things in threes this time.  More like sixes.  Two more family friends end up in the hospital.  Then another friend lost her long - time companion - her dog.  Then a very close friend suffered a heart attack.

I think we have fulfilled our bad moon karma for the decade.

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You just can't take a bad picture of crater lake.  It's not possible.

Such a pristine and beautiful place.  Cold, clear water.  Fresh snow.

This little squirrel isn't worried about anything other than where his next frito is coming from.

I don't think his buddy can read.

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I told them not to do the bailout.  But these people don't listen to me.  These people who keep throwing more good money after bad.  And more good money.  And then some.  Yet still, a seven day (so far) drop in the stock market.

Well.

We may not have much of a 401k left.  We may not be able to borrow to get that new old car that we need.  In the end, we may not have a pot to piss in, but we will still have this:

Infact, it's all we've ever really had.

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A couple of weeks ago the Wyrd family escaped into the wilderness of central and eastern Oregon.  We packed up the cooler, a few bags, tossed the kid into the back seat with several pillows and a blankey and headed for the hills.

We stopped occasionally to behold the pretty water.

And to fight over the camera.

And to soak our feet and drink cold stuff out of the cooler.  I forgot just how cold and clear and lovely looking the water is in this part of Oregon.  It makes a person just want to jump in and drink it all up.

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