two types of alcoholic slushies

November 17: We had dinner at The Local Peasant, which had not one, but two types of alcoholic slushies. I drank both. I’ve never been happier.

November 18: The cabin sits on a series cinderblock stilts about a foot above the ground. Addie has been crawling under it all day. She can move pretty fast even when she was hunched over to fit. It was terrifying, watching her scramble towards me like a gigantic spider.

November 19: The Inn of the Seventh Ray is rumored to be Aimee Semple McPherson’s summer hideout. The creek that ran by the patio was completely dried out and they brought out portable heaters for everyone sitting outside. One was turned on too high and was quickly turned into a flamethrower.

November 20: The new Google site is the airplane hangar where The Spruce Goose was built. They were instructed to leave the original architecture alone, so the Google construction starts about five feet away from the walls. There was set of stairs blocked off from the main floor with a sign that describes them as historic stairs. They sit in the dark and lead to nowhere.

November 21: Heidi and Kate threw a surprise anniversary/Nick’s 30th birthday party for us. Heidi printed and laminated even more photos of us. How can she do these so fast?

November 22: Buster isn’t doing too well. She has an aggressive stomach cancer and there isn’t much anyone can do about it. She has spent the last week pooping nothing but blood. She constantly shivers and when I pet her, I can feel her tiny bones through her fur.

November 23: Dad had been desperately trying to find a new cold case to solve now that The Golden State Killer has been caught. He recruited Austin to help over text.
“Do you want to help me solve a crime?”
“Sure.”
“What skills will you be able to bring to our team?”
“I can pole vault.”




much love,
hedgie