Saturdays are for sleeping in. unless you live in the caravan at the edge of Bob and Lorraine's lawn. In this case, saturdays are for trying to convince your feeble brain (unsuccessfully) that you're still asleep from the time the birds scream at you at the crack of dawn to about 9am when Lorraine comes a-rapping on your door to inform you that Rachel will be picking you up in a half hour. bryan does groaning now. All of my sleep woes and crankiness were washed away when i shuffled my way into the house to find Lorraine feverishly putting together a lunch for me and, at the same time, reminding me to bring a towel, a change of clothes, my camera, and of course, a smile. have i told you how wonderful this woman is? ... read more

It's tuesday (i think). I left Bainbridge Island, WA on June 7th and, after a 5-hour layover in L.A., a man proudly sporting white, Champion ankle socks with his business attire (good for him and his brash disregard for "acceptable" fashion; i approve), a 13-hour flight across the pacific, the sweet smell of over 200 passengers' fermenting body odor comingling, a $4 custard filled donut, and a relatively short flight from Sydney, I finally arrived in Adelaide. I was going to take a picture of my plane for this entry but i thought most of you have probably seen an airplane before. they're really not that exciting. unless they have like a mohawk down the middle and maybe some cloud catchers, and a few gremlins on the wings...having a party. definitely needs an eye patch on ... read more