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Monday, June 06, 2005
my day in pictures (sort of)
First, we got up at 5:00 and drove T to work. Then we continued on to...
Hetch Hetchy, which is about an hour and a quarter from Yosemite Valley, the way I drive, anyway. On the way there, we stopped at the bridge that goes over Cascade Creek (Falls), and C's beloved "Lydia Bennet bonnet" was blown off her head and down into this:
By the way, I liked the trip to Hetch Hetchy; it's a beautiful and interesting place. My parents swear I've been there before, but I have no memory of it. The way my memory's been lately, that's not surprising.
After we hung around for a while, the kids...
...sketched their impressions and wrote in their journals while I read Emma (I HEART HOMESCHOOLING) and took a few more pictures. Then we headed to...
Yosemite Valley, where we took more pictures, did a little more sketching, and rode shuttle buses which were so packed through traffic so intense that it took us a cumulative two and a quarter hours to make the usually-one-hour shuttle bus circuit, during which we were able to sit down for three minutes, not counting waiting at stops. But hey, I got a picture of Lower Yosemite Fall, and even some pictures of dogwood blossoms (missed almost all of those), so it was, um, worth it. Right?
Then I came home and figured out finances. I didn't take a picture of that. It's not pretty. Sigh.
In that mood, shopping for a few supplies for supper was not a pleasant activity, especially since the "music" playing in the store was (please forgive me for sticking this song in your head on endless loop, but hey, if I can't share my misery with my beloved bloggity friends, with whom can I share it?) that horrific "song" that goes: That's the way (uh huh uh huh) I LIKE it. It "goes" that way quite repetitively, in case you hadn't noticed. By the time it ended my loathing for it was white hot and very heavy.
So I got the mail, and T had a Mopar Collector's Guide, and the woman on the front just annoyed the heck out of me. So I fixed her good:
Oh, and there was also this that I had to administer, when I came home:
("I will not bite my brother" and "I am not my sister's boss.")
I am SO READY for a bubble bath.
Comments
I love your doctoring job. :-) And the sentences look very, very familiar.
Posted by: thicket dweller at June 6, 2005 09:32 PM
Great pictures! I really like the " I am not my sister's boss" LOL!
Posted by: debi at June 7, 2005 11:09 AM
LOL!
Great pictures...especially, uh, "Daisy."
Posted by: Kristen at June 7, 2005 04:31 PM
hahahaha...that is sooo old school!
Posted by: jenn at June 7, 2005 06:45 PM
