Brown boogers, Blisters and Blueberries

Yesterday I made pastry cream at work. This involves stirring large quantities of a pudding consistency concoction over high heat for a long long time. This gave me five mini blisters bringing my work related blister count up to eight. Hopefully soon I will have built up strength and calluses to prevent further blistering.

Today, I made brownies which involves sifting over 27 pounds of brownie mix. I blew my nose when I got home. It was gross.

Many of my co-workers, well aware that I am new to the area, have taken it upon themseleves to overwhelm me with ideas of great things to do around here. The most recent thing that has gotten me very excited is that there is a very cheap pick-your-own blueberries/raspberries/apple farm about 10 or 15 minutes from here. Also, just down the road is a farm where you can buy fresh milk that is actually cheaper than the grocery store. I really want to go get some right this second. But Joseph is gone. Oh well.

White River

James told us about this little picnic place on the edge of White River that always seemed to be empty. We packed up our camping chairs (thanks Ken&Amy), and some chips and headed that way. I had every intention of swimming until I felt how cold the water was, so I drew while she read to me from Dress Your Family in Courdoroy and Denim by David Sedaris (an old favorite). Becca thinks she may have seen a bald eagle, and I think I may have killed a bug with my eyelashes.

Smashing Becca's glasses with my head on a Saturday.

This picture was taken with my phone's camera. I'm satisfied with the quality, but am unsure if it costs me to email it to myself.

Our last days in Kansas

My brother graduated from high school. He is now going to K State. Adam is in high school. He is a Junior (that's 'grade eleven' for the Canadians in the house).

Lil' Brudders

This is in my grandparents back yard at Josh's graduation party. Adam is preparing his pants for the intense volleyball action that is sure to ensue.

Douglas David Supreme Esteban

Our car Douglas David Supreme Esteban. Except no substitutions. Here he is parked in one of Chuck's fields. Having already endured a round-trip to Canada, with a new engine to show for it, and about to take on a 1500+ mile drive to Vermont, our friend basks in the sunset, awaiting to take us faithfully to our next destination.

I can't for the life of me remember why I'm not wearing pants...


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