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Hung out with Sara for what is now our traditional Wednesday-night routine: listen to Hunter play and then go for a drive, take in some sights, exchange new music.

I've never been much of an Alanis Morissette fan, but her new cd is pretty neat! It was cowritten by Guy Sigsworth who, along with Imogen Heap, was responsible for the band Frou Frou. He has cowritten and played instruments in songs for a large number of artists.
Go have a listen if you've liked anything of anyone I just mentioned.

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I was actually excited to go grocery shopping with Morgan after work. Made turkey chili burgers and hash browns for dinner. Why didn't we try this years ago??

Thinking about spending Memorial Day weekend at Birch Bay...yeah, I think I'll do that.

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Hazelnutty goodness.

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Woke up just before noon, showered, and walk down to the waterfront with Morgan. Spent the afternoon enjoying the sunshine and the sea, had lunch and strolled slowly home.

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Spent the day with my family. My little siblings wouldn't let me leave when it was time to go home. They played around in Sara's van before my parents finally started prying them, one by one, off the fuzzy bucket seats.

Took Chuckanut Drive on the way home, which is where the view in today's photo is from. The orange of today's sunset made me think to tell Sara that we need to go to Utah, and sure enough, after we park along the cliffside-drive to take some photos, the next car that pulls over in front of us has Utah plates. I told her it was a sign (obviously).

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At a grocery story tonight, our checkout-girl was a friend of mine from long ago, from when I lived in Japan. I heard from my mom that her family had moved here too. I think I last saw her about ten years ago. Ten years? So weird. We were really young, and obnoxious, but we had fun. I didn't recognizer her until she was done with my friend's transaction, and I caught her name tag on the way out. Should I have said anything? Hell no, I'm not up for small-talk these days. lol but it was nice to see her.

This happened to me years ago at an airport in Denver when I saw a guy I recognized and hadn't seen since we were kids. When your family moves a lot, five years feels like fifteen. With every new home, every new school and each new clique, it feels an entirely new life. That's how I like to think of it, anyway.

I told my mom about seeing her, and she had pulled out a photo album that she just recently dug up. Man, we were dorks. Today I am still a dork. I wonder what she is like...