Everest Dreams

So, I guess the blog pretty much tells the story of how Gavin and I spent our Thanksgiving break. He played a lot on the computer, and I played a lot with the baby. :) Seriously, I think he's afraid he's going to break her or something. He always looks really worried whenever someone tries to hand her to him.

So other than my laptop breaking, it was a great weekend. I miss winter. We don't get winter in Texas. We don't. We get a couple months of cool, and a couple days of sort of cold. You never have to worry about whether you will be able to get your car out of the driveway in the morning. I know that doesn't sound very fun to people who have to deal with it all the time, but I miss snow. A lot. I don't need it all the time, but it's nice to have it sometimes. Seattle was nice - it almost always snowed a bit once or twice a year. You had the chance for a big dump, and you could go two hours into the mountains and find all you wanted.

OK, I had a wierd dream this weekend that I have to share. I dreamt that Sarah planned a trip to Mount Everest. Her friend Carter came with us because we were going to a baseball game on the way. Then, he went missing on the mountain. The rest of us had to climb up and down the mountain about 4 times looking for him. We finally found him, dead I'm sorry to say, in a creek near base camp. I know that there aren't any creeks near Everest base camp. I also know that I will never climb Everest once, let alone 4 times. But the symbolism is interesting. Sorry, Carter.