between the four of us, we bowled six games for a total of 576 and TOTALLY WON.

 

[don't try and do the math because your head will hurt.]

 

PLAN D IS THE AWESOME!

 

bowling. heart. yesss. 

i am about twice the age of their apparent target audience and i sort of feel like i need to wash after listening to their lyrics but MAROON5. DAMMIT WHY ARE THEY SO CATCHY. I CANNOT HELP IT.

there's a serious lack of updateage going on here. i made it "home" and back again for thanksgiving / vacation, which covered everything from sleeping in every single day to running around the house making sure the nephews were not destroying things/others/themselves. really it was a mostly relaxing week and a nice break from the daily grind.

 

in lieu of any actual substance, i present a view of the street on which i grew up. just one block long, seven houses on each side, a modest neighborhood on the east side of town. if you squint you can see my car in the driveway on the right in the middle of the block. if you squint harder you can probably see my dad raking leaves. if you wish there weren't cars parked on the street to ruin the symmetry of the photograph, i'll have you know that i left five minutes after this picture was taken. don't complain.

 

it felt a little odd to be taking a picture of my street. sort of like... taking a picture of your sock drawer, or toothbrush, or something equally mundane that you see every day. i felt the same taking the picture in this post [which was taken on the other side of the brown building at the end of the street]. except that i don't see these things every day anymore.

 

as we turned the corner onto our little windblown late autumn street, i was momentarily surprised at the view. it's just my old street, but the bright yellow leaves scattered everywhere combined with the peaceful scene made me smile. it's a nice little neighborhood. nothing spectacular. but it will always be home.