List of expectations for this blog posting
Format:
1.) Start by answering families questions about our health, geographic, and social well-being
2.) Response to the lack of posting in our former 2-day pattern
3.) Questions about showers, happiness, scabies (just kidding), lack of paint on our trailer, roundness of windows (they haven't gotten less round), readings, ect... ect..
Note: Not all of these things have been yet asked nor mentioned, but we feel they should be addressed.
Answers:
Do either of us have scabies?
A.) Yes, both of us. B.) One of do, so we're wearing a permanent plastic robe to stop its spread C.) Neither of us have scabies and had to google search what it actually was D.) C is the correct answer.
Correct, D is the correct answer.
Phew, close call.
To all of our fans, our american and international followers, our compatriots, compadres, and co-conspirators (and those that somehow fall out of these categories, but still follow our blog), we are deeply apologetic for our lack of postings (and lack of waves to latch on to, not in a surfing sense...but actually, kind of.
We've been hugging trees, really big ones. I (the boy that rarely posts on this blog anymore, and have been suppressed to the point that I'm now making a mess all over it) declare that I stuck my hand in a pool of 1000 year old tree blood. It felt like I had stuck my hand into someones stomach. It was sensational!
What else...
Oh yea, we went to Yosemite! Wew! We actually HITCH-HIKED to Yosemite (I'll say it loud to belittle its importance). Hitch-hiking in or near yosemite is probably safer than taking a bus in any major city, and maybe even admitting that you hitched hike to a parent/guardian/parental figure/ Sign Here________________.
How silly. Anyway, I'm not wearing shoes and I'm in a coffee shop and I'm kind of conscious because my feet aren't that clean and the waiter/barista keeps walking by and glancing at them like as if she's imagining OSHA walking in and closing them down permanently and winding up on the streets selling spoonfuls of coffee grounds in 1 oz bags discretely behind trees with a baseball cap shading her eyes.
It's not like that, though. We'll shower and clean up nicely. Showers are abundant, it's just about finding one. Or hanging one from a tree and dancing under it. It's harder in the cities, especially when you're parked in front a middle school.
So, we'll probably pretend we want to join a gym and do a short membership thing, take a little tour, express a little interest, do a few bicep curls, and get naked and really get to know the community. The lengths people go to not smell like salt!
So, yea.
We've been enjoying the travels. It's been pretty darn fly, we've gone from sad, to happy, to sad, to happy. I think we're bi-polar. We might start taking pharmaceuticals. Ah shit, this is getting serious, now I've probably offended somebody and gotten someone seriously worried. Oh no. Honestly, I'd rather sit around and read, and pound down a quart of raspberries. Madeleine would too. She's okay.
Phew. Raspberries. Never noticed that hidden "p" there. I typed it like 5 times. Rasberries. Ras. Rasberies? No
Rasberries.
Raspberries?
Who knows. Now my computer is even confused. I've confused my computer, but hopefully not you, the reader, who should know that this is all for fun, to enjoy life and its complexities, to sit here and have fun thinking about all the experiences we've had. To reflect, internally, and publicly. But really, I believe, we should all adventure, and if you are envious, then that's because you have every ounce of reason in yourself to venture into the unknown, and yet, you have decided not to. But that's okay, because we are all on a way. A path, that is inseparable from our being, and if we all went out at once and lived in travel trailers, it'd be a very weird sort of world and probably wouldn't be all that better then it is now. It's the diversity and the uniqueness of each and every one of us that makes it all so beautiful. So, in the love and light of this day, and the next, I hope you have the courage to smile and love one another with the fullest of heart. If you do not, which I do not always do, that is okay too.
Whatever works for me.
For you, the reader:
Line 26: Brilliant and endless love.
Format: Ending statement above. Hope that's good enough. Sorry for any mis-understandings, questions of well-being (still) and other concerns. Questions can be written and postmarked to
Airfloat Skipper
Somewhere between Mexico and Canada (for now)
eight oh eight oh eight
get here someday (just text us if you want)
For now, till next time ...
(Ending line now marked arbitrarily Line 26)
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