How to have a Cap’n Crunch Brunch

Get some cereal–the sugary kind.

Maybe a little booze.

Some pop tarts.

Bacon, sausage.

Invite some people you love over to eat it with you.

They’ll bring more cereal, pop tarts, pastries and  booze.

They will show up in their jammies, eat cereal, drink coffee, smoked Bloody Mary’s, mimosas and beer all day,  disappear into the garage to do who knows what, watch basketball, make a beer and snack run, get pizza, stay up playing cards with you, spend the night, have breakfast the next morning and even move furniture for you.

There will be exploding bottles of ginger beer complete with glass shrapnel but only very minor bleeding. There will be exploding bottles of 7-Up with no injuries except to the general cleanliness level.

The kitchen will be sticky all over in spite of several rounds of cleaning. The floor will be a disaster area. There will be children setting up obstacle courses in the yard and sleeping on the sofa.

There will be talking, hugging, laughing, more hugging, more talking and more laughing.

It will be loud.

You will be exhausted and happy.

You will not mind the extra mopping the next day, or cleaning ginger beer and 7-Up off every surface of the kitchen.

Then you will know that the secret to having Cap’n Crunch Brunch has very little to do with you and everything to do with the kind of people who are willing to spend the day with you doing nothing but hanging around in PJs eating really bad food.

Just brunch? No way.

It’s another chance to recognize how many really wonderful people you know, and how wonderful life is.

 

 

Pictures in the Japanese Garden

In the last few weeks, I’ve spent some time rambling around the Portland Japanese Garden. I’m really looking forward to seeing more of it over the Spring and Summer. It’s a very densely layered garden. There is so much done with such simple materials. Wood. Stone. Plants. Perfect.

 

What’s going on?

Indolence. 

Wrote a song about it. 

Like to hear it?

Here it goes!

–with apologies to David Alan Grier

What does a person do when they fall off their blog for months at a time? Is there some sort of blogger jail?

Well, this blogger has been busy.

Trips up to the island to see the Vashon Merman, trips over the mountain to see the Papes. 

Work.

Making stuff. Jewelry. Prints. 

Stuff.

 Fun stuff. 

Life, the Universe and Everything 
Oh, hey–happy St. Patrick’s day!

 

 

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