Doh! A deer, a female… wait… is that a bone in her mouth???

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Uh… well… I was going to start telling you about my adventure, and where I went… and why… but the crack squirrels in my head told me to just do the whole thing in order from start to finish, and the fist picture to pop up is of a carnivorous deer…

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Awwww… at least she has a baby with her… that sort of… seriously, why are you chewing on a bone? I hope there are just trace elements in there that she needs for her diet.

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Is there anything cuter than a baby deer? You can still see the little spots under the new growth of fur.
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So, anyway, we went to my mom’s house in the hills just North of Berkeley to…

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There are two of them!!! What was I saying… oh, yeah… Mollie, our 17-year-old, got accepted to a youth leadership pre-med camp! She lived in the dorms at UC Berkeley for 9 days, and got to dissect cow eyeballs and drill holes in skulls and practice sutures on chicken breasts… (Ironically, the ‘healers’ in my new novel practice sutures by sewing up dead fish… I didn’t know it was a real thing)… And Mollie was fascinated by a video and lecture given by a world-class neural surgeon, where the video showed him operating on a brain aneurism. That’s my kid! Some of the other kids passed out…

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Look at the baby deer… hi, baby deer!

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Oh… please tell me you aren’t going to let the baby chew on that bone…

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I… gulp… don’t feel well all of a sudden… I mean, I’m sure this wouldn’t bother Mollie… but…

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Okay… that’s better… this is too much to deal with, as the first thing I saw after unpacking at my mom’s house, where I waited for Mollie. And look, I have hundreds of photos. I will try to delete a few bad ones, and not put too many words on each post… but you might as well deal with the fact that this will take a while. The good news is that there are some awesome pictures, and I do tell a good story… so…

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Baby deer!

 

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Arrrgh, mateys! Are you ready to set sail on my newest adventure?

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Ahoy, lubbers! I’m back… and I have tales to tell and pictures to share… (for some reason, the crack squirrels decided that it would be funny to do this adventure in the order that it actually happened… I mean, we might move a few pictures around a little, just to group stuff together)… belay that! It doesn’t matter. Now, if you are finished with your chores… if the decks have been swabbed, the main’s’l raised, and all the barnacles have been scrapped off the hull, then let’s get to it!

We have to go back to the 4th of July, because that is where our tale truly began… (because we left really early the next morning)…

My adventure… (like all the best adventures do)… both began and ended with adorable children…

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Avast, me hearties… there she is, my little babysitting buddy, Olivia, with her daddy.

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And there is our godson, Willie, with his daddy… buck up, little shipmate! A true pirate flinches from neither shot nor shell… nor camera!

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Brave lad!

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And yes, Olivia, we should all bolt down some hardtack and grog, to fortify us for things to come.

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Now shiver me timbers and let’s prepare to set sail!

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And seriously, you should try making some corn in the husk on your barbeque… just soak the ears in water for ten minutes and then burn the outsides… they steam inside the husks… you can’t go wrong… just a tip from your captain.

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It’ll build your swabbing muscles.

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Oh, and this adventure will be chock full of animals… you know how the captain loves his animals…

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Alright… who did this… I keep telling you… that isn’t why it’s called the poop deck… Freshwater pirates! I’ll have the lot of you keelhauled and strung from the yardarm! Now you will have to swab the decks again… sigh…

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While I was playing with my new baby cousin…

…my wife and Mollie, back in San Diego, took my little buddy, Olivia, to the zoo. I guess I missed my next scheduled babysitting day. I am a little bummed, but then again, I have two kids to play with… So…

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I am surrounded by too much cuteness right now…

Just wait for the pictures… I will be home this weekend.

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Well, I thought I was going to be home tomorrow… But something came up…

It is a family emergency of sorts… But don’t worry, it involves a new four-week-old baby cousin… And I will have even more awesome pictures, after I finish this new part of my little adventure… It is the good kind of family emergency.

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Why do fools fall in love…

… and more importantly, why do they breed so fast???

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People should be able to marry whomever they choose…

… and then divorce them, take half their money, and marry somebody younger… because fair is fair, right?

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You know, I might just be deeper than it seems like I am…

… I mean, I’m not saying I am, but I might be…

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Why do we say; happy as a clam???

Are clams happy? What does a clam have to be happy about? Or is it because the shape of their shell makes them look like they are smiling? Somebody should Google that… or ask Seri… Serie? Sery? Seary? How the heck do you spell Seery? Somebody should Google that too… or ask Searie…

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Fog… a free-form poem…

It comes, with the stately grace of an ocean liner, to cocoon the world in mystery…

Sending before it tendrils and feelers of mist and vapor…

It comes with the measured tread of a glacier, to smother the world in solitude…

Passing over ridges like a tidal wave in slow-motion…

It comes, as unstoppable as time itself, to cover the world in grayness…

Squeezing through gaps and flooding the lowlands…

Mountains rise above it, their peaks become islands in a great, restless sea…

But below, in the fog, we are the fish that swim in the ocean’s depths…

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I love picking a topic and just sitting in front of the keyboard and seeing what happens… oh, yeah…

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