Braeden and I took a quick Motorcycle trip to Powhatan Park today, we had to stop to enjoy (and record!) a beautiful bubbling brook. It might not look like much, but it sounded sublime!
When two of you want to go on a walk, and it’s pouring, and you only have one umbrella.
Looks like we have a couple new candidates for the school of driving Inc.
Cobra has a sense of humor, naming these particular exhaust pipes, the “Neighbor Haters”.
I took Bob out and started warming him up for a couple hours of riding today, wish the pipes weren’t so embarrassingly quiet. 😉
COVID has broken a lot of things, not the least to mention is our view of the world.
This morning I made a comment to Braeden, that I was performing my morning mental exercise, e.g. trying to find matching sock colors in the “sock bin”.. it’s not an easy thing to do.
His response: “Why do you have to wear socks, people can’t see your feet on video chat.”
I wonder how far you could take that line of reasoning, or how far some people do take it… 🤨
Lying on a hammoc, listening to the pre-spring peepers..
What a lovely night.
So, I asked again what Amanda wants for Christmas, and she responds:
We’ve been married for almost 22 years, you should know what I want.
Danger, Will Robinson.
I can’t figure out what she is thinking day-to-day, and somehow I am now supposed to remember what she thought (or might have said) sometime this past year. It would have sounded something like this I’m sure: “Oh, that looks nice”.
She asks for more dogs and cats daily, but I have pointed out at every turn that either I or one of her myriad of animals will need to die first before that will happen.
I sought the advice of Amazon, and it wasn’t helpful at all. While I might not know what she DOES want, at least I know what she DOESN’T want when I see it.
I only have 119, 928,851 options to pick from.
Send good vibes, I don’t think Christmas is going to go well for me this year.
This morning I was reminded of a memory from facebook. I tried to laugh, but it hurt too much, and then I threw my back out in the violent aftermath of an unexpected sneeze. I hope I didn’t wake any of the cats. Maybe I am allergic to cats; I hope not though, I like living at home.
I wonder what sebastian is having for dinner tonight.
History is definitely tainted by the lense through which you look.
~8 hours ago, Amanda posts the attached facebook message.
~3 hours ago, I almost became a darwinian statistic while carrying a kitchen chair down the stairs, and subsequently stepping on a sleeping cat.
There isn’t much I detest more than cats, besides small bugs such as gnats and mosquitoes and biting flies. It’s ironic that one tried to end my life today. Probably even walked away pissed that I dared to step on it too.
Hopefully There is no permanent damage. I am pretty sure that I’ll return to breathing without pain. I will again get to stand erect, and my legs will eventually come out on the other side of numbness.
It is also ironic that I must have gotten extra points for falling down a flight of stairs: in over 2 years of owning this watch, I’ve never reached my stairs goal.
It so happens, that in one more stroke of pure irony, when exported from the security system, the video always makes a comedic pause at the exact moment I step on the cat.
The rest is a little too embarrassing to share, but to add to the ambiance, the following words went through my mind at that exact moment: valar morghulis.