No you don’t wanna mess with us, got Jesus on my necklace
Going to gather sticks with the boy and make myself a jewelry tree that I’ve been wanting for like two years. Then we’ll bake some cookies and I’ll roast butternut squash, celery and carrots for dinner. Also order Colby’s birthday present, get Doodle the huge tonka truck at the thrift store, have a great evening at work, and come home and watch Parenthood. Sounds like fun to me!
Yesterday, it was reported that eighty-four-year-old actor Dick Van Dyke had fallen asleep on his surfboard in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, drifted so far out that he lost sight of land, woke up to discover his predicament, assumed he was going to die on the open water, but then was guided safely back to shore by a pod of porpoises. Talking to reporters later, the actor is quoted as saying, “I’m not kidding.” This is one of those news stories so rich in kookiness that it is nearly impossible to put your finger on what part of it is the kookiest. Is it the fact that Dick Van Dyke surfs? The fact that any eighty-four-year-old surfs? Is it the simple and slightly surprising—and heartening—fact that Dick Van Dyke is still alive? Or just the notion that any sentient creature could fall asleep on a surfboard in open water?
Too deep for the middle of the night. I’ll think about this as I fall asleep