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James Oliver Rigney Jr. (aka Robert Jordan) died over the weekend. He was 58. An excellent writer and creator of a rich fantasy world, The Wheel Of Time.
I don't know much about the man, only that I have enjoyed the work. Which makes me feel uncomfortable to admit I'm only sad because he won't write the end of the series now.
But I guess that's the deal with the relationship between artist and audience.
If you're inclined at all to read fantasy, give the first three a shot.
Saw the very excellent Simpsons movie at the drive in last night.
Now this is stuck in my head.
Who is your favorite wizard of all time?
Perfect example of why I avoid the QotD.
But I will answer.
Ged, from Earthsea. Duh.
If a waiter stopped by right now to take your order, what cocktail or drink are you having?
Beer. Domestic. Local.
Grain Belt.
My wife-to-be took me to see the Grateful Dead in Chicago in 1990. Prior to that, I had zero experience in the Deadhead scene. Heather, on the other hand, had a lot of experience. I heard her talk fondly of the many shows at Alpine Valley, WI she went to, and just what a great scene and experience it was.
And I had to agree with her. And not because it was my 'scene', because it mostly was not. It was because of the level of acceptance for everybody and everything. Nobody hassling or hustling you, just people looking to have a good time.
And that's where Heather shines. You see, my wife knows how to have a good time. And how to get others to have a good time. She can even make an ol' stick-in-the-mud like me reach beyond my normal boundaries and explore my world. It's not about hippies, or where we are, or who we are with ...it's about enjoying people, experiences, and a joy of life.
There are people skills she possesses that never cease to amaze me. When she went off in the campground in need of an extension cord... there really was no doubt that she would befriend someone who would loan her one on good faith.
These are the kind of things I love my girls to see. How well people can get along, and how it doesn't take much effort to be friendly.
No wonder I love her.
The Doughty show was a little late for my pre-teen Doughty-heads. Even my normally nightowl-ish Hannah started fading. But Delilah usually doesn't even make it to the 10 'clock news at home, so I knew something had to give.
After just about falling asleep standing up a few times down by the stage, I took her back near the fire away from the stage. We huddled with her blanket and sang along. I asked her if she wanted to go back to the camper, but she told me Mike hadn't played her favorite song yet.
"I want to hear St. Louise Is Listening first"
..and within 30 seconds of her saying that, he started playing it. Jodi, if your Doughty-vibe ever seems out of tune, you should get together with Delilah. She seems to have the correct frequency.
Sitting on that log with her was my favorite part of the show.
....of a bus to never-ever land.
I had a lot of pre-trip anxiety about driving a giant RV. It was mostly unfounded, I am a seasoned veteran of driving a Rider truck from L.A. to Mpls. But it ended up being a pretty tame drive.
Camping in the RV (which was named Bob at some point during the trip. I was not involved in the naming, so don't blame me.) is the only way to go in my mind now. I know my wife and kids are still hardcore tent campers, and I'm sure there is more tent camping in my future, but I really enjoyed having a solid roof over my head and a heater running at night.
....bound to cover just a little more ground.
Not only did I sustain an injury, but my Delilah came home with bruises on her hips from a hula-hoop. I guess 6 hours of hula-hooping is overdoing it.
I sustained a leg injury at the weekend festivities.
I am not sure exactly how it happened, so I want people to believe that Jodi tried to throw a knife at a twirling hippie and stuck me in the thigh instead.
