Today is Monday, January, no, February 11th. It's a dreary, drizzly day in Portland. It's the kind of day that would be better spent curled up in front of a fire pit in a tiny cabin atop a wintery volcano. This is where I picture my wife FF. This is where I want her to be right now, so I won't go into details about where she really is. That wouldn't be fun at all would it now? Here she is, cozy next to a fire, atop a wintery volcano wearing nothing but a striped wool blanket and a pair of bear feet slippers. She cradles a cup of fresh, extra cardamomy chai in both hands while flipping through a stranger's photo album.
FF - So my dear FF. How have you been lately? I haven't had a chance to talk with you in depth for a while. I've been busy shredding cheese for an infinite pizza pie, which explains my absence, but what's your excuse?
FF - Let's see. I spent a couple of weeks on a warm volcano in the middle of the ocean. I swam with colorful fishes and made relatively decent sand castles. I made pineapple infused dishes and listened at night for the wild pigs to rifle through the compost. It was a much needed getaway. I came back to Oregon with a happier face and slightly browner skin.
FF - I was going to mention that. You do look more relaxed. The deep wrinkle in between your brow looks less like a crevice and more like a simple crack in the sidewalk. Vacation does wonders for the skin. Wouldn't it be luxurious to figure out a way to be on vacation all of the time?
FF - Yes, that would be a treat. Though I think for me the ultimate goal would be to look at everything in an average day as though it were part of a vacation day. All the little monotonous actions that I partake in on a daily basis would be new each and every time.
FF - Well if anyone can do it, it would be you.
FF - Thanks FF. I appreciate your support.
FF - That's what I'm here for.
Below are pictures from FF's photo album of strangers. Please take a look, make up a story for one or two of them and email them to FF.