jynxed's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back to Big Bear - Part Five Clark: "Despite all the little problems, it's fun isn't it?" So, The shower in the cabin was about as pathetic as you could ask for. Not only was the water pressure weaker than a geriatric cancer patient's piss stream, but the temperature would fluctuate wildly when you so much as thought about adjusting the faucet. By wildly, I mean from scorch the skin right off your bones to liquid nitrogen freeze your ass into a brittle statue. But I got clean, so I guess that's all that matters. The next morning (Saturday, if you haven't been keeping track...we're less than 24 hours into this epic debaucle...), I woke up in a better mood, but with my back hurting like a sumbitch. Since Amanda and I were given the loft, we had to sleep in separate beds. Given that Amanda is a bit of a bed hog (*looks around to make sure she isn't nearby*), the two of us sleeping in a twin was pretty much out of the question. But after she let Cooper out to pee, she came back upstairs and snuggled up next to me. That was nice. Ever since we've gotten the dog, our snuggle time has been pretty much non-existent. Extrapolate that how you will. Now that it was light, we could actually see our habitat for the next couple days: Amanda's mom cooked us an excellent breakfast of scrambled eggs, hashbrowns and English muffins. The cabin had no dining room or even a kitchen table, so we ate our meal on the sofa in front of the TV. Amanda had control of the remote, which isn't anything out of the ordinary. The only time I get to even touch the remote is when she's out of the room. The cabin in Big Bear didn't get too many stations, despite being hooked up to the local cable company. Worse, most of the stations were either Big Bear real-estate channels, or television shopping channels. BOOORRRRING. But Amanda tuned in to the Discovery Channel and we did it like they do somewhere else. We ended up eating breakfast to a show about spider bites. Suddenly, Amanda didn't like being in the mountains anymore. I told her that the night before, just as I was getting into the shower, I saw a big nasty spider in the bathroom. That was no lie. I mashed it into a wad of toilet paper and flushed it down to go find Nemo and munch on that little bastard's ass. I also told her that I had thoroughly checked under the covers of my bed before going to sleep. This also was no lie, and shows me to be the paranois wuss that I proudly am. I love the outdoors. I'm just not a big fan of nature. Multi-legged nature at any rate. We finished eating, and decided to head out for a nearby crafts fair thingy. First, however, Amanda's dad wanted to swing by an open house and check it out. Ever since we first went up to Big Bear several years ago, Amanda's dad has entertained the notion of buying himself some vacation property. But, as always, he's not actually serious about it yet, so we dutifully hit a bunch of open houses every year. He stopped his Explorer across the street from a cabin for sale and Amanda opened her door and stepped out. Little did she know that her dad was just waiting for a little grey pickup to pull out of the driveway. When the pickup drove off, Amanda's dad started moving. "I'M NOT IN THE CAR DAD!" she snarled. "Jesus! You could have run me over!" It wouldn't be the first time he did that. A few years back, we met Amanda's parents and her brothers at a Padres baseball game, and her dad accidentally ran over her brother's foot. He spent several years on the deck of an aircraft carrier, and it's really botched up the hearing in his right ear. The result of which is that he can't really hear the car doors opening. He was having a bad day too. I didn't catch what all had happened, but I know he tried taking their dog, a pitbull named Athena, for a walk and his plans were somehow thwarted. "God dammit!" he yelled. "I just can't do a fucking thing right today can I?" It was one of those uncomfortable in-law moments and I just sat back and tried to chameleon myself into matching the seat. It didn't work. We toured the open house, and eventually Amanda's parents had seen enough, and we drove down to the craft fair. [to be continued...] 10:05 a.m. - July 14, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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