I’m still alive after two days on Mount Rainier, a day and a half of Portland, one evening in Tacoma, and now an afternoon in Vancouver. I’m debating if I want to stay here 2 nights or 3. Seattle gets the other two or three. Since the Canadian exchange rate still favors us Americans, I may make it three nights here…we’ll see…
I’m at the local laundromat doing four loads of wash as I type this. I never thought I would see the day when laundromats had wifi connections. I’ll fold my clothes, pack stuff up, and head on off to Seattle with no plan at all. I bought a new digital camera yesterday (Canon Digital Rebel XT). I guess I will try to figure out some of the controls while sitting in the airport. I also got a cell phone. I wonder if I’ll figure out how to make a phone call if I need to. I’ll be bringing the instructions for that also.
I may or may not touch a computer over the next ten days…we’ll see…but I do know I should have lots of pictures to put up when I get back. No TV for ten days. Wow. As Apple would say, Think Different.
I really hope this helps my burned out brain.
Without a doubt, the season finale was the best finale ever for a television show. Superb. I am in awe.
It is 102 outside at this moment. Will the heat ever cease? Off to Seattle later this week. Ten days. No work. None at all. Zero. I hope it won’t be 102 degrees out there.
I bought some new running shoes yesterday. Years ago I used to love Asics, but for quite awhile I’ve been going with New Balance. We’ll see how this pair works out. I may be back to Asics. Guess it is time to go try them out. I hope they don’t melt. I hope I don’t melt.
Not much else to say. I’m pretty much so burnt out that I’m out of words.
Not much to say. The heat just won’t end this year. Triple digit heat rolls along. It really saps all energy out of me. Humans aren’t meant for this. A local distance runner who was heading off to start college this fall (on full track scholarship) passed away due to heat stroke after completing an eight mile run. I did eight miles the other night. Today I did the gym. Tomorrow eight miles. Back and forth. The alternating exercise routine cycles, but the weather does not.
Weekend of many things. Thunderstorms. Hot. Humid. Power out for an hour - five hours after storms ended. Watching Dan Marino get inducted into the NFL Hall of Fame. Looking forward to the start of football season with Miami on Monday Night Football tomorrow. Work. Got my head buzzed (only down to the #3). Went to our new Target. Work. Got really cheap tickets to Seattle for a vacation. Only two episodes of Six Feet Under left. Went to the gym. Heard one person ask another: what are you doing tonight? Response was typical village: same as everyone else - going to Blue Light or Zocalo, same as everyone else. Ran the next day. Felt overheated.
Tomorrow…pay bills. Watch the Dolphins. Think about going to Pittsburgh in two weeks to see the city, and maybe catch a preseason game.
So as usual I’m sitting at home working. The phone rings. Hi. I’m with the Fraternal Order of Police (or some such title). We are trying to raise money for…yada yada yada. Why didn’t I just stop him there? He kept talking telling me all the good things my money could do for something.
I should have responded that if police would have prevented my bike from getting stripped three times in four years I might have given money. Instead I support our local (but national chain) bike shops here in town by buying new tires, seats, wheels, etc. I could have asked why the police bother pulling me over in my 2001 car with 11,000 miles on it due to an expired inspection tag (for that I get to go to court next week…I have no option of just sending in proof that I already had it inspected). Guess the judge needs to lay down the law on me…the criminal. I could have asked why there have been seven armed robberies within three blocks of the “best” part of Charlottesville in the past two months.
I didn’t have the energy to ask. I’m working. I just told him I’m working and to tired to think about money. Of course, why then am I working?
I should have asked him what happened to all the pretty yellow bikes. Speaking of which, someone had biked to the community bike shop to help in repairing bikes last week. While there, his bike was stolen! Maybe it was yellow.
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