Category: My Yeti Life
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Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, teenage boys, wishing to test their masculine meddle and make that rite of passage from adolescence into young manhood–with fear and trembling in their cracking voices–used to petition young damsels to accompany them to an annual customary event known simply as The Prom. Like the…
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I’m speaking of the sky. It’s cerulean blue today in Edmonds with a smattering of cumulus clouds. Sunny, too. I don’t really know what to do with myself in this situation. Resigned to the squinting, I find myself appreciating the hints of spring and the almost imperceptible breath of warmth in the air. Job hunting…
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Over the years some people have told me that I am a lot like Adam from Northern Exposure. I am not sure if they are referring to my attitude or appearance; I’m afraid perhaps it’s a little bit of both. Wikipedia calls Adam a “misanthropic recluse” who first appears as Cicely, Alaska’s equivalent to the…
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In light of some of the things that have been going on with me the past couple months (years really), a friend recently recommended this book to me: Wow. It’s that massive elephant-on-the-couch question that has defined my generation, and by default me, more than any other. I’ve only read the first five or six…
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Today is my 35th birthday. Happy b-day to me. I thought I’d do some research to see who shared my birthday because my cousin mentioned that Steve Perry (Journey!) was born on January 22nd as well. Here are some of the notable folks I found (some of them are dead now): Movie director, Jim Jaramusch……
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The lack of posts lately is mostly due to the 80 degree temps and our close proximity to the swimming pool. We’ll be down south another 9 days and then it’s back to the snowy / rainy northwest.
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I’ve been blogging for five years now and until tonight I never put the pieces together. But as I was watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas with the girls, I had an epiphany; it all became clear. What is the Grinch if not a green yeti? Think about it. He’s incredibly hairy, he lives in…
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Sunlight creeps through the evergreen trees, crawls through the window and stretches across the keyboard and the wallpapered space behind it. The trees undulate in the wind casting shadows that fuzz and blur, darken then fade, coloring a visible static to this corner of the dining room. "And they pricked my back and it turns…
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We had just had a tearful goodbye with some dear friends in Littleton, Colorado. (Yeah, that Littleton.) Living in China we're never sure when we will get to see people again. Visits are precious and we tend to squeeze every ounce out of the time we are given. As the last door to the rental…
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This house is not large, it’s comfortable. Expansive windows invite sunlight which forms shadowed tapestries on the living room carpet. Anna and Sarah meticulously work on a pretend yard sale at the kitchen table. Currency is cut from lined paper–$10 notes inked in black marker. Everything must go! Christa woke early to walk the neighborhood. …
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