We had a very relaxing weekend, which was a nice change. Saturday morning we got up and went for breakfast at a local coffee shop. We sat and read the paper, drank overpriced coffee, ate a biscotto, a scone, and a muffin. In the evening we settled in to watch "Bee Season". It's an interesting movie, bordering on existentialism, with forays into Catholicism, Hari Krishnaism, and Jewish mysticism. It put me into a weird state of mind at the end of it. All of the cgi was really well done.
Sunday we slept in real late. Betsey was amazing and did laundry and stuff all day while I played SimCity 4. Yes, some people still play that. To continue our movie weekend, we popped "V for Vendetta" into the DVD player. The movie is actually good, and I wish now that more people had seen it when it came out. It's a warning against an Orwellian future, spotted with explosions, fight scenes, and a government virus cover up that brings back warm memories of the X-files. I'm seriously considering reading the graphic novels that inspired the movie now.
Monday was back to the grind stone, but there was reason to celebrate. Lindsey, our good friend from Portland, who for way too long has used her advance degree to work seasonally important jobs, has finally been recognized as an invaluable asset at her current and now full time place of employment. As part of her job, she became a faculty member of Oregon State University. It does seem strange that her office would be in Portland, but there you go. Anyway, this meant she had to come to town and get an ID card, so Lindsey stuck around and came out to dinner with the C-town gang. Nate, Brian, Lindsey, Betsey, and I went down to the Fox & Firkin. The food and beer was excellent, and after we all toasted to Typhoid Mary, we settled into a great night of conversation.
Finally, progress. I have reached the point where my evening runs are slightly over 3 miles and slightly under 30 minutes. I've also started cross-training by swimming laps. I'm so pathetically out of aquatic shape that on my first go last week, I had trouble completed 3 laps (6 lengths) in the pool. Andy tells me I want to work up to 36 laps, so I've got a ways to go, but everyday I exercise I feel healthier, refreshed, relaxed, and more energized than the day before. I'm glad I've had Hood to Coast to motivate me into this lifestyle.
So it's a long post, and more frequent shorter posts would be preferable, but I have trouble justifying using my work time to post, and when I get home, I go to the gym, and after that, man I'm tired. Tonight was my night off, and I've tried to bring Cachew up to date. Thanks for reading.
2007-12-12
2007-12-02
Saturday in Grants Pass
Late Friday night Betsey and I decided to run down to Grants Pass to visit Mum and Dad. We called ahead to make sure it would be all right, and headed out early on Saturday. Lunch was served shortly after we arrived. Mum and Betsey immediately went out to get fixings to make Turkey sandwiches while dad and I fussed around with a broken oven. After lunch and fussing with the oven a little longer, Dad, Betsey and I went down to Les Schwab to get tires for Dad's car. Betsey was pretty happy to go smell tires with us.
While we waited for the tires, we watched the Beavers and the Ducks battle it out on TV. As we started watching, the Ducks started to eat away the 21 to 7 lead the Beavers had established. A fumble, turnover, touchdown? We were exasperated. I was starting to talk about how we clearly shouldn't watch, when the Les Schwab guy came in and said the car was ready. Thank goodness, any longer and we could have given the game to the Ducks.
When we arrived back home, dad and I attacked the oven again. We made good progress and thought we had everything figured out. We powered up the oven to find smoke coming from the harness. Guess we crossed some wires somewhere. Oops.
With dinner time approaching we headed out to Abby's. The place was crowded and warm. We only wanted the warm, but it would have to do. Dinner was great except for the final piece of chicken, which seemed too bloody to possibly be fully cooked.
We rounded out the evening with some games of Sequence. It's not a bad little game, but it always takes forever. BoardGameGeek says it only takes ten minutes to play a round, and I suspect they're right if I'm not playing. I take forever to make my decisions. Dad won all four games we played, one teamed boys vs. girls, and the other three heads up mum, dad, and myself. Betsey was officially out of the last three games, and unofficially on my team rooting me on.
We headed to bed early and were up even earlier to get back to C-town for 11:00. Betsey had a meeting. On the way out of town we picked up some Dutch Bros. and asked for the final results on the Civil War. Beavers won in double overtime. Excellent. I knew we needed to stop watching.
While we waited for the tires, we watched the Beavers and the Ducks battle it out on TV. As we started watching, the Ducks started to eat away the 21 to 7 lead the Beavers had established. A fumble, turnover, touchdown? We were exasperated. I was starting to talk about how we clearly shouldn't watch, when the Les Schwab guy came in and said the car was ready. Thank goodness, any longer and we could have given the game to the Ducks.
When we arrived back home, dad and I attacked the oven again. We made good progress and thought we had everything figured out. We powered up the oven to find smoke coming from the harness. Guess we crossed some wires somewhere. Oops.
With dinner time approaching we headed out to Abby's. The place was crowded and warm. We only wanted the warm, but it would have to do. Dinner was great except for the final piece of chicken, which seemed too bloody to possibly be fully cooked.
We rounded out the evening with some games of Sequence. It's not a bad little game, but it always takes forever. BoardGameGeek says it only takes ten minutes to play a round, and I suspect they're right if I'm not playing. I take forever to make my decisions. Dad won all four games we played, one teamed boys vs. girls, and the other three heads up mum, dad, and myself. Betsey was officially out of the last three games, and unofficially on my team rooting me on.
We headed to bed early and were up even earlier to get back to C-town for 11:00. Betsey had a meeting. On the way out of town we picked up some Dutch Bros. and asked for the final results on the Civil War. Beavers won in double overtime. Excellent. I knew we needed to stop watching.
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