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i moved my truck into the street so jenny could back out of the driveway this morning. the skies were darker than normal, and thunderstorms were in the forecast according to the national weather bureau. it was dry and calm, but i knew the conditions were getting ready to flip. 20 minutes later the wind chimes were chiming, the street gutter was a creek, the lights in our house went off and on, and i heard gilligan yelling “SKIP-PER!”

we took sara back to joplin on sunday, but here it is wednesday, and i’m still missing her. when i was walking home from work yesterday, i thought about grabbing a bite at snack and shack, but i couldn’t do it because that’s where sara and i ate lunch last tuesday. i wondered if this is what ryan o’neal would have gone through if tatum o’neal hadn’t caught up to him at the end of paper moon.

we had an awesome visit with our niece last week, and we really didn’t want it to end. eventually, however, we had to face it the same way sara stared down this t-rex at union station. i’ll post more photos, and share more stories in the next few days.

…that’s what sara told me when my cousin’s cat was rubbing his face all over her legs yesterday. warren asked me to feed his geckos, check on the cat, and bring the mail inside while he’s away. sara asked me “what’s the cat’s name?” i told her “that’s rocky.” he was purring. sara said “he’s so soft!” they hit it off right way and pledged their love for each other. i swear they almost exchanged phone numbers before i intervened.

we’re really making the most of our week with sara. since saturday afternoon we’ve seen old shawnee days, tasted foo’s fabulous frozen custard, jammed on guitar and ukulele, explored a pirate cave, stormed a castle, and ransacked an army surplus store. before the week is over we’re gonna hop a streetcar, and ride it to an arcade.

my dad taught me how to play my first chords on the piano and the guitar. he showed me how to shift gears in a truck with a 3 speed on the tree. i could always count on dad to wake me up to watch the treasure of the sierra madre with him every time it was on tv. sometimes it wouldn’t air until 3am. happy birthday dad, i love you.

the tide came in all the way to oklahoma this week when jimmy buffet played the BOK center in tulsa monday night. my sister and her family soaked up big screen tropical sights, danced to the beat of kettle drums, and partied with thousands of parrot heads on a portable beach.

a guy walks into homer’s with a plastic turkey… actually it was my friend, jeri. i have no idea where he got the bird, but he was more than happy to be in a photo with it. later that same day i met an artist who introduced himself as scribe. he was painting a huge fish on the side of the post office.

did you know that if you eat enough pretzels, you can be a “regular” guy? or gal? after entering the calorie content of the pretzels i ate last night, my fitness app informed me that i reached my daily fiber goal! i didn’t even know i had one. from time to time it will say similar things about my iron goal, my potassium goal, and other goals that i’m accidentally achieving.

we drove 8 hours to curtis, nebraska to be in jenny’s hometown on memorial day. i didn’t know if it was going to be a somber occasion or something else. when two of the sisters starting shoving each other around behind their parents’ headstone, it turned into something better. there were a lot of other photos taken, but this is one is my favorite.