We're homeward bound! I think we're in Missouri. Or maybe Illinois. I have absolutely no idea. Anyway. You can't really tell what's happening in the video, but basically, Mom was showing off her perfectly crafted s'more, and Duke ate it right out of her hands. Classy trailer camp stuff.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
RV 6
Saturday, June 23, 2012
RV Day 5
On another note, rip-sticking is my jam. Well, it was, until Sam turned out to be better than me. I can rip-stick uphill, and he can jump on from a standstill, so we're tied until one of us learns how to wheelie. Oh, and Kenzie grants you full permission to laugh at the end, but you should still cringe a little bit, if you have any sympathy at all.
Finally, Sam would like you all to know that he's named himself "co-editor" of the video blog. Lovely.
Friday, June 22, 2012
RV Day 4
Thursday, June 21, 2012
RV Day 3
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
RV Day 2
After a pretty rough night, we made it to Pennsylvania to tour Carnegie Mellon, and then to Ohio to this lovely campsite/trailer park. It's a bit of an adventure, but maybe I'll get some sleep tonight. Note Kenzie at the end getting distracted by horses.
RV Day 1
Monday, June 18, 2012
RV Day 0
Concert
She's unquestionably talented. It's nearly cliche, the way her fingers dance over the strings, the way she dips and moves with the bow. The music is elegant, beautiful, perfect. She's an extension of the instrument, perfectly angled and graceful. All but her face. Her expression is straight, pulled taunt across her face. There's a dull fog of boredom in her eyes.
Suddenly, her finger slips, and her hand splays up, quickly, away from the neck of the violin. Just as fast, she recovers, and her fingers take their places again, with just a quick a break in the music. I glance around to see if others noticed.
The feelings in the room remain much the same, all except for hers. She smiles softly now, just to herself. In this moment, I love her the most.
Suddenly, her finger slips, and her hand splays up, quickly, away from the neck of the violin. Just as fast, she recovers, and her fingers take their places again, with just a quick a break in the music. I glance around to see if others noticed.
The feelings in the room remain much the same, all except for hers. She smiles softly now, just to herself. In this moment, I love her the most.
Friday, June 15, 2012
New Blog
I've created a new blog! I didn't want to ruin Organized Chaos with weird campy craft stuff and knitting, so I made a craft blog on the side. Go check it out!
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