pre-moon, days two and three
Okay, day two of the festivities. I’m going to tell you in microscopic detail about my afternoon of running errands. Hmm—ya know what? Let’s just do the short-short version. FlexCar’ed my way to my favorite vegan grocer for hippie snacks, picked up a present for my bride-who-was-and-is-and-is-to-be (the present is also a clue for you, dear reader/s), and unabashedly did my best Eddie Vedder impersonation behind the steering wheel (don’t ask). In short, it was a day of spiritual preparation for the upcoming ceremony.
And on to day three….
We packed up Dad, Jane, and the extras from the Sidekick Man movie and shipped out to Cannon Beach for sightseeing and windowshopping and pizza and candy. (“And and and and and and and,” as Robert Earl Keen might sing.) When confronted with fresh-pulled taffy and handmade truffles, the kids predictably chose prefabbed artificial scuz that was manufactured miles away and months ago.
Just a few miles south of Cannon Beach is Oswald West, where we hiked down to a secluded little beach called Short Sands, where we attempted to launch kites as the kids chased us around with sand-laden shovels. Incidentally, kids have no notion of treaties, conventions, or limited warfare. Shoe’s untied? Rock in your sock? You’re gettin’ sanded, bub.