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Today's Story
Jun. 9th, 2004 05:00 pmToday wasn't all that exciting, although I did get to row in a single this morning. Sculling is always a humbling experience, because I'm not nearly as experienced or good at it as with sweep rowing. I started taking anti-malaria meds today. It made me extremely sleepy, and I fell sound asleep on the couch at work for about an hour and woke up groggy. Afternoon naps just aren't good for me.
Ao I thought I'd tell a story. I had some cherries for lunch today, and eating cherries reminded me of an experience I had some years ago. Back when my dad's parents were still alive, our family used to take car trips out to Montana to visit them every summer. In the early days of high school, I also took a trip to El Salvador with a group of people from my church. My younger sister (Sytharin) felt left out because she'd never been to a foreign country before--not even Canada. So our family took a more scenic trip than usual that summer. Instead of driving straight to Spokane and then onward to Montana, we first drove to Wenatchee to visit my aunt and uncle and cousins. We had a great time, especially on the day when we went out to a U-Pick cherry orchard and picked something on the order of five pounds of cherries.
We took a couple of pounds with us on the road. It wasn't until we were well on our way towards the Canadian border that we realized that we probably wouldn't be able to take the cherries with us. So we started to eat cherries. We ate and we ate. We made jokes about the consequences of eating too many cherries. Then we ate more cherries. I thought the cherries would never end. Finally, when we were just a mile from the Canadian border, we polished off the last cherry. We were safe from the border guards; no cherry smugglers here!
We pulled up to the border, and the border guard asked us the usual questions about where we were headed and weapons and alcohol and potatoes and apples. Then he said, "Okay, you can go."
"Wait a minute," my dad or mom said, "What about cherries?"
"Oh," the border guard said, "Sometimes there are restrictions on fruit such as cherries, but there actually aren't any right now."
If only we'd known. The rest of the trip was still fun, though.
Ao I thought I'd tell a story. I had some cherries for lunch today, and eating cherries reminded me of an experience I had some years ago. Back when my dad's parents were still alive, our family used to take car trips out to Montana to visit them every summer. In the early days of high school, I also took a trip to El Salvador with a group of people from my church. My younger sister (Sytharin) felt left out because she'd never been to a foreign country before--not even Canada. So our family took a more scenic trip than usual that summer. Instead of driving straight to Spokane and then onward to Montana, we first drove to Wenatchee to visit my aunt and uncle and cousins. We had a great time, especially on the day when we went out to a U-Pick cherry orchard and picked something on the order of five pounds of cherries.
We took a couple of pounds with us on the road. It wasn't until we were well on our way towards the Canadian border that we realized that we probably wouldn't be able to take the cherries with us. So we started to eat cherries. We ate and we ate. We made jokes about the consequences of eating too many cherries. Then we ate more cherries. I thought the cherries would never end. Finally, when we were just a mile from the Canadian border, we polished off the last cherry. We were safe from the border guards; no cherry smugglers here!
We pulled up to the border, and the border guard asked us the usual questions about where we were headed and weapons and alcohol and potatoes and apples. Then he said, "Okay, you can go."
"Wait a minute," my dad or mom said, "What about cherries?"
"Oh," the border guard said, "Sometimes there are restrictions on fruit such as cherries, but there actually aren't any right now."
If only we'd known. The rest of the trip was still fun, though.
