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Just another obscurity I have learned about life:

Sometimes you don't realize what you are passionate for, against, or about until circumstance slaps you in the face. I suppose that is part of what keeps life exciting: we're never going to have it "figured out" because each step brings us closer to the next obscurity. There's a slight rush involved with not knowing: and it's extreme when you think you know but quickly learn you don't.

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I traded blogging for more sleep: I consider it a good trade. However, the blogger in me has been itching to get out.

Sarah says she won't be a dictator for my blog. I just wanted her to transcribe a bit while we were on the road, but it's nice to know she has relinquished her right to rule over my dot blogspot dot com.

Since we're already talking about Sarah, let's continue!

This morning we hit the road for a mini-roadtrip to the Great White North: our second home, Canada. For once this summer I wasn't going up there to see James (that would be a challenge since he is travelling in Europe right now). Sarah and I had lunch at our traditional spot in Fort Langley and bought Mom her traditional cheese scone. While waiting for our food to come I started to pick at the scone (they're quite good) so Sarah took action and hid the scone on her side of the table (kudos). I told her not to forget it... but as we started down the road I turned my head to Sarah in the driver's seat and asked, "did you remember the scone?"

"...no. should we turn around?"

I couldn't supress my laughter, "that's awful!"

"that is awful! -idiot!!-" she lamented to herself in dynamite fashion.

"let's just go..." I said, still laughing. "If mom asks her if we got her a scone we can say, 'Yes, we did. but lost it on the way."

"We can tell her you ate it!" Sarah commented truthfully as I had eaten a crumb or two... or three.

We continued without turning back remembering the misplaced cheese scone and wishing upon it a happy ending in someone elses tummy.

The event reminded me of some thoughts I have been having re: life experiences. The lessons you learn along the way are like the scone: priceless gems you want to take home with you. But you can't always take them home in the physical form. Sometimes you forget, sometimes you act with purpose. The thing is: you remember... like sarah and I will fondly remember our cheese scone incident.

The lessons I learned in Lithuania came home with me in the forms of paper scraps and nesting dolls. I don't see these every day of my life but their memory lives on fondly in my daily actions. It's not about going back and unnesting my dolls each morning or eating a portion of the cheese scone to remember the taste. I've experienced it once and will take that with me for life.

Sarah: thanks for forgetting the cheese scone in Fort Langley.