Megan came up with this list as she was working the new Klout site.
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Sad but true, I suppose, I said with a chuckle. I tried too, but it didn’t work … and I’m her father.
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Megan and Chris Seifert and I went up to Spencer’s Butte yesterday — father’s day — to get some air and a view. As we started the trail up, a pair of KVAL (local CBS affiliate) asked us for a Father’s Day Interview. And this is what was on the local news last night, as a result.
In case you don’t see the video, you can click here for the KVAL source page.
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It was dark. Sometime in 1994 or early 1995. Probably Spring of 1995, come to think of it, an April trip, we stayed at Sunriver, it was cold. Too cold to do much. But that’s not the point.
We drove through Bend, business 97, at night, in surprisingly heavy traffic (for Bend). Cristin and Megan were in the back seat. We played Eric Clapton’s “tears in heaven” from a CD.
After the song finished, in the moment of silence that followed, we heard very quiet sobbing in the back seat. It was Megan.
“Megan! What’s Wrong? What happened?
“I miss Paul,” she said. She was about as old as she looks in this picture.
You can click the audio icon here to play that song …
[audio:http://timberry.me/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/eric-clapton-tears-in-heaven.mp3]
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I intend to post links to pictures later. We weren’t the most photogenic group on this holiday, to be truthful. The four of us drove over to Bend Wednesday, and the Parsons drove over with Katherine, and Lupe and Luis flew to Redmond and rented a car, to join us. Rodrigo came with us.
The skiing was tough. Bachelor had barely enough snow to open, even with its snowmaking equipment, and I ran over rocks hidden in a thin veneer of snow and fell flat on my face. No damages, just looked dumb, right at the top of the Pine Martens lift. Timmy and Noah skied more than the rest of us, Megan and I got four runs, but our rental skiis were not the easiest and the slopes were dicy. Sabrina skied almost as much as Noah and Timmy, and Luis and Rodrigo skied (well, Luis was on his board, impeccably outfitted, of course).
Meanwhile, back at the lodge, it was sunny and beautiful unless you were Leo, who wasn’t feeling all that great.
We had Thanksgiving dinner at Sunriver Lodge. 
Paul and Milena and Eva went to CanCun, and Laura stayed in Eugene.
Photos will be on Amiglia soon, in parsons.amiglia.com and berrys.amiglia.com.
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MeganSpecial Dinner004
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Megan sent us this picture yesterday. It was taken Friday Nov. 2 in her room at Slav-Dom
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Meganspecial dinner
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Megan sent us this picture yesterday, then talked to her mom about who these people are. Obviously we recognize Ellie and that looks like Rourke. Megan maybe you want to add some other names.
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You take the opportunities you get. This one was because Megan’s last final was June 8 and I was going to New York on June 11. Vange and Cristin were set to join her for packing
her room on June 12. So i rearranged to join her for a couple days, sort of on my way to New York.
I was thinking about Yosemite, but somebody recommended Monterey and Carmel, I think Sabrina. We decided on that. I reserved a Miata to make it more fun.
I picked Megan up Saturday morning at Slav-Dom. She’ll have to post on how good it feels to be entirely done with the second year at Stanford, the last final — Friday night from 7 to 10 pm — done. She certainly seems happy about it.
We drove to Monterey, top down for about 30 minutes until the novelty wore off. We stayed at Hotel Pacifico, walked around, saw the aquarium, had dinner (note Megan’s last post) at a wonderful restaurant in Pacific Grove called Passionfish.
More pictures are on Amiglia.
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So I was noticing in Dad’s post about the trip to Latin America that it reads much more like a diary of restaurants than a trip. It made me stop and laugh because I realize we all do that in this family. Every trip we’ve ever taken can be described in a series of meals — and that is how any of us will likely describe it if anyone takes the time to inquire. I find I often forget trips– where exactly we went, what order we visited places, what we saw– but I rarely forget the food we ate. Honestly I often piece together the trip by thinking about what food we ate and then extrapolating from there. For instance, one of my strongest memories from our trip to Sweden is eating delicious smoked salmon on some island (Vaxholm?) while looking out at the water.
Now my question is, are we all nuts? (Or maybe what I’ve really revealed here is the extent to which I’m nuts). I mean I feel like other people go places and don’t come back predominately describing the food they’ve eaten. What does this say about us as a family, should we be worried? So on the one hand this kinda freaks me out because it seems highly abnormal — also its a good thing we like healthy food or this would be drastically bad for our health. But on the other hand, think of how much time everyone spend in their life eating food. Think how lucky we are to appreciate food as much as we do. I mean seriously food even colors the way I view my day as its broken up into the time chunks between meals. Everyone’s gotta eat, lucky us for enjoying it so much.
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