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Tiffani and I looked at a couple homes today. We're in the market. We've made offers on a few houses and none of out offers have been accepted. After only 6 weeks of looking seriously, we're getting to the point where we don't get our hopes up just because we make an offer. I'm trying not to picture the house with the new colors on the walls and our furniture. I'm not imagining my pottery studio out back in the pole barn I intend to build, or deciding which southeast corner of the yard I'm going to build my catenary arch kiln. No, I'm just sitting here avoiding my homework, wondering why Gus insists on sprinting into the laurel out back every time a squirrel runs across a telephone wire. There aren't any telephone wires in the backyard of the house we just made an offer on. There isn't any laurel either. Luckily the person that is flipping the house planted a dead asian pear tree. . . weird, I know. I'll dig it up, first thing. But I'm not doing that this time, imagining all the great memories we'll make in our new home. No, I'm just chillin, waiting until it's late enough to start drinking; cause it's friday!
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Gonna kayak the middle fork of the White Salmon river tomorrow. It's solid class III boating. It will be a step up in both Todd's and my paddling skill level, assuming we make it successfully down the river. I'm very excited, the weather should be great and the river is running at runnable levels. Maybe we'll even shoot the waterfall.
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