Saturday, June 05, 2004
Hey folks. Nothing much going on today. It's day two of meeting family members that I have no idea who they are. Step cousins. Ex great aunts. Half cousins. Et cetera. I wish there were something exciting to report, but there isn't. There wasn't anything very exciting yesterday either.
Sorry folks. This is MeMa's vacation. By doing what an eighty year old woman wants to do, it turns out to be not very exciting.
I do have to admit that I am proud of my uncle. MeMa wanted to visit his ex wife. That's why I am currently in Rogue River. Clifford went in and actually talked to her. Of course, all he could say afterwards was how bad she looked.
I'll be sleeping here in Rogue River for the night. I've got to figure out how to give Clifford the money for this hotel room. His daughter reserved it. Unfortuantely, it's the only one in town and it costs 80 dollars a night. Had we stayed eight miles from here at the Motel 6, it would have been 45.
Clifford keeps giving me a hard time about spending so much time on the internet, but if he had consulted with me first, I would have saved him eighty five dollars.
But he'd never listen. He's pretty well stuck in his ways. I keep getting directions to places off of the net, but it's pretty obvious that he doesn't trust them.
By the way, MeMa's souvenirs are up to 10 postcards, a spoon, a key chain, 11 rocks, a stick, a leaf, and a shopping bag. Oh and a name tag from the Shilo Inn that says Paul. She found that on the ground at the light rail platform in Portland. Some of these souvenirs are for her. Some are for others. Don't ask which is which.
Sorry folks. This is MeMa's vacation. By doing what an eighty year old woman wants to do, it turns out to be not very exciting.
I do have to admit that I am proud of my uncle. MeMa wanted to visit his ex wife. That's why I am currently in Rogue River. Clifford went in and actually talked to her. Of course, all he could say afterwards was how bad she looked.
I'll be sleeping here in Rogue River for the night. I've got to figure out how to give Clifford the money for this hotel room. His daughter reserved it. Unfortuantely, it's the only one in town and it costs 80 dollars a night. Had we stayed eight miles from here at the Motel 6, it would have been 45.
Clifford keeps giving me a hard time about spending so much time on the internet, but if he had consulted with me first, I would have saved him eighty five dollars.
But he'd never listen. He's pretty well stuck in his ways. I keep getting directions to places off of the net, but it's pretty obvious that he doesn't trust them.
By the way, MeMa's souvenirs are up to 10 postcards, a spoon, a key chain, 11 rocks, a stick, a leaf, and a shopping bag. Oh and a name tag from the Shilo Inn that says Paul. She found that on the ground at the light rail platform in Portland. Some of these souvenirs are for her. Some are for others. Don't ask which is which.
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