Showing posts with label Ticket to Ride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ticket to Ride. Show all posts

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Chores and Chums

Sunday 21
Late Saturday night and back pain were enough excuse for my body to sleep through the alarm. Was mildly frustrated at not having gone to church. Spent a good part of the afternoon enjoying the sun and working in the yard. My war against the crab grass and weeds wages on, but in general things look a good deal better and less winter-scraggly now, which is rewarding.

The neighbor Michelle told me, very kindly, that I might get a traffic ticket if I park the wrong direction by the sidewalk in front of my house. However draconian the regulation, I am happy she told me.

Evening worship (Martha and the Chores) practice went generally well. Beth "Keybeth" Drew found she enjoys helping lead songs with a mic, so I think I will switch to keyboard on several songs this year. It has been a long time since I tickled the ivories much and I am happy for the chance to pretend at versatility.

Monday 22
Mild excitement at the office over the news my boss has a broken collarbone. Seems he will be out for a couple of days. Very unexpected development.

After work and class I dropped by the hardware store as quickly as possible and got my ammunition: crab grass and weed killer. Arrived home well before dark, changed into my old jeans, ancient Patrick Henry College Soccer long-sleeve tee, destroyed, decade-old Chucks, and yellow rubber gloves. Slight setback in that my quality-concerned roommate Matt had bought a new awesome hose sprayer nozzle that nevertheless does not have a male threading on it, so I had to go dig up the landlord's old busted sprayer head and hook it to the hose and my bottle of mild herbicide. Having carpet bombed the whole lawn with my weaponry, I went to work tackling the next problem.

Peter had been over the night before and woke up the next morning sick as a dog. So I disinfected the door-handles and knobs, and the remote, and a few other things. After that I hit up ol' Trader Joe's, had some beans and rice and a Redpop and called it a day.


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Tuesday 23
Went for physical therapy in the morning, worked, and went home to try to do a few things. Ended up letting Mom talk me into coming over for a family round of Ticket to Ride. Apparently Pete's feeling better.

Wednesday 24
Work, class. Got my exam back, marked 52 out of 50. Not bad.

Went home and met my neighbor/pal Ramsey Rhodes for coffee and discussions about God, among other things, which I think went well. Martha and the Chores and my roommates were meeting for burgers and then heading back to Preston & Ashley Langdon's house for dessert, but Ramsey and I talked for a long time, so I just met them for the second half. We bantered and laughed for hours till we glowed.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Barberella Burger Ticket to Oregon

For the last two days I have been doing something I haven't done for years, or perhaps ever. For no immediately pressing reason, I got up this morning at 5:15, emptied the hot water heater on my neck (which doesn't take that long; I take shorter showers since I've been living on my own again) freshly pressed my slacks, had some quiet time, and headed out by 6:45. A coffee and a commute later, and I was at work by 7:15. Yesterday I left out the ironing and moved a little faster, and had arrived by 6:30. I am not a morning person, but I have been enjoying it so far, especially considering that it leaves me ample time for Bible in the morning, and since I get to work early, I can still be off in time for class after working a full eight-hour day. That's on class-days. The rest of the days I can have the afternoon to myself, if I keep this up.

Today I had to go to physical therapy for my back and neck, which are hurting from my epic car collision last Monday. So I worked from 7:15 to 10:15, had therapy from 10:30 to about 11:30, then went to the barber shop and then for a burger at the old Happy Hound in Los Gatos.



After work I came home and Peter dropped by and I gave him a haircut. Note to Self: cutting hair while trying to smoke a pipe is not effective. I gave him a great trim, and also found that the mail had brought my 1940's Timex Military watch I bought from a woman in Portugal on eBay. Take that, J. Crew pricing.



Having finished that I am going to Darian & Buffy's house to play Ticket to Ride with David A., who is in town from Alaska this week. I have to go right now. But I will mention that tonight I pack to fly tomorrow to Oregon, where I will be a groomsman in my lifelong friend Andrew H's wedding. Phenomenal good news sessions will be had this weekend by all.

Out.