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…and the people are drifting door to door…

Dead Nutria

I had mentioned him once before in an update, but as time passes on, so do friends and the nutria was no exception. While feeding the ducks at Alton Baker, I came across his (I assume his, but I really have no idea to tell the difference; and I wasn’t about to go searching for nutria genitalia.) body laid upon a walking stone that led our way to the island in the middle of the waterway. A loss for all of Eugene, I am sure. His little webbed feet laying out beside him, his little nose laid in the waterway, his whiskers no longer twitching. Never again shall a piece of 79 cent a loaf bread be thrown from my hands to be caught in mid-air by his little front claws. I am not sure I will be able to cope, but I will try. I will try.On a serious and lighter note, Jessica and I will have two months of officially being official come tomorrow. that makes me happy. What else can I say about this gal? How about she is good. More to come, you can be sure of that…

Movin’ on up, to the east side.

A wealth of good news will fill this update… so soak it up. First off, guess who is employed. That’s right, I got the Conference Assistant job for this summer, free room/board here in Eugene, plus $200 a week; not that I didn’t want to go home, but I think it is a good move for me work up here during the summer, the use of a 20 million dollar recreation center is a bonus. More good news: Anna and I went to Alten Baker park today (technically yesterday) and fed the ducks, geese, seagulls, and the local nutria. We spent most of the time ducking seagulls and pulling our fingers back from the snapping jaws of the geese. We enjoyed great conversations about life, philosophy, and marsupials (long story). It was nice to actually get off campus, even if just for a bit. Even more good news: I started a new routine for myself, 100 sit-ups and 50 push-ups before I go to bed every night… I’m keeping up with it so far, 4 days strong; and am I sore of what… most mornings the only thing my arms can do is hang, and even that is hard.
Its now two in the morning, and I am done with my rounds (yes, I am on duty this weekend) as well as my torture… er… exercises, so I think I shall be heading off to bed, I’ve got another full day of duty as well as taking my hall up to Willamette Pass for a day.

Nothing to bring people closer like weed pulling

Well here is a little treat for the masses (mom and dad), this is the picture from our staff “volunteer” weed pulling during training… we were volunteered to pull canary grass at a reservoir runoff (I call it a drainage ditch)… Not only did we eradicate non-native canary grass, but we also found a lot of cigarette butts, reflective street markers (did you know those skip well over water?) and nutria remains; nothing like the sun on your back and nutria remains at your feet, fun stuff. If you are looking for me, I’m in the top three, in a gray T-shirt. And by the way, the guy with the turban on his head and the little girl aren’t staff members, not that there is anything wrong with that…