025: perspective

Layla was a bad girl today.




the only exercise that Diane has had any success doing is swimming. She started swimming this week and she wanted me to swim with her. I do my best to be supportive, but I would have rather gone out on my bike. She hadn't really told me that I was supposed to swim with her, so after we got signed up at the Y, I bolted expecting to ride.

Needless to say we had both had different expectation of how the evening would go, perhaps I was being selfish, perhaps she was, maybe it was just bad communication. Neither of us ended up getting what we wanted and we both went to bed pretty sore at each other.

The next morning I read about the passing of Susan, the fatcyclist's wife. I didn't know Susan or Elder, frankly I very loosely followed his blog, but when I put myself in his shoes.... Needless to say I was in the pool with Diane as soon as I could be.

I picked up a pair of goggles, and although I own no speedo, I do expect to be spending more time than I planned in the pool. I'll admit, it was fun, and frankly if the worse thing I have to worry about is missing a bike ride to be swimming laps with my wife, well I'll think I'll work it out.

god speed Susan; good speed Elden

We were helping my grandmother in law move today. I was carrying a box out of her place and over to the car when I noticed her neighbor watching me pretty damn closely. Being the friendly fellow that I am, I said hello.

The neighbor looked at me, paused then returned my greeting, "hey there hippy." He then turned and walked back into his house.

I didn't expect beardfest '09 to quite have that effect. fucking hippies ruining beards. damn dirty hippies .

respect.
fatmarc
"you'd be surprised how much we have in common with the boy scounts."