Weekend Plans Post: Winding The Summer Down
When we run our 5Ks, our meeting time is 7PM. About a minute of stretching and then we’re off like a herd of turtles. Run up the one road road that isn’t quite abandoned, turn around when we get to the tree, run up the abandoned road until we hit the real road, then turn around and run down the abandoned road until we get back to our cars. During the summer, that meant that, right around the 2/3rds part, we were treated to a gorgeous sunset over the mountains as we ran. And then it became around the halfway part. Now we see the gorgeous sunset get started right after we start running and we return to our cars in twilight.
So we said “Okay, new start time is 6:45.”
And so now it’s only a little bit dark when we get back to the cars.
I imagine we’ll bump it to 6:30 next, then 6:15… then I’ll start bringing my clothes to work and run a 5K after work…
And then we’ll have daylight saving time end right around the time that we say “it’s too cold to run”.
And at that point I’m seriously going to have to figure out a home workout. Because all of the little exercises that I used to do… going up and down the aisles at the grocery store, visiting different people in different parts of the building to get the different parts of my job done, the climbing gym… all of them have been turned into stuff I no longer really get to do. We have our groceries delivered. We have Zoom Meetings. The climbing gym is a vector, you’d think, because of all of the stuff getting touched and all of the chalk being clapped around making everybody sneeze.
If I still had a Kinect, I suppose I could do Dance Central…
Ah, well. In any case, this weekend will be devoted to an actual handful of errands that we get to run around town, the various things that we have to do around the house, and laundry. I guess.
And boggling that it STILL isn’t time for Labor Day.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is Alice, Interrupted.)
Emptying the storage unit this weekend and bringing a bunch of stuff home (or to the dump, or to Goodwill)Report
My emptying the storage unit stories involved throwing about 80% of the non-furniture away and asking “why did I throw this in a box instead of throwing it away?”Report
My goal is for a great deal of what leaves the unit to not come home from the unit.
We’ll see if that happens…Report
Sometime next week I will have a 10 cubic yard dumpster delivered and throw away a lot of stuff before we actually move.Report
My son came by today and we spent 4.5 hours moving things that are too heavy for me alone up and down stairs, hither and yon. Many into the garage where they will shortly go to either Good Will or a dumpster. There will be some sore muscles tomorrow — signals this evening suggest ankles and feet, forearms and hands — but my back and joints seem to have taken it in stride.
I’m old enough to know that I’ll eventually have to go, but dammit I’m going to go gracefully!Report
So the house has been needing new gutters since the new bedroom was finished. My contractor has been having a helluva time getting anyone on the phone, so I used Angie’s List. Got two quotes right away, both in the same ballpark ($2600-$2900), and the deciding factor turned out to be that one of them could do it yesterday.
So we get new gutters, which meant not as much time spent at the storage unit.
Guess what I am doing next weekend…
(PS getting out of the unit wasn’t going to happen anyway because the UHaul we rented didn’t have a ramp, and there is no way in hell I am getting the gun safe into and out of a truck without a ramp or an extra strong back and set of hands.)Report
Well, I’m back in school, so this weekend will be either writing my first full exam ever on BlackBoard (have elected to do all work as online submissions, even though I’m not convinced that fomites on a piece of paper are a likely route of disease transmission) or maybe going in here and catching up on the research I’ve been not getting to because every “regular” workday feels a decade long and I’m exhausted when I do get home.
And at any rate: there is nothing “fun” I can do this weekend (hiking outdoors, the one thing I am allowing myself because it is outside and distanced, is not possible because it’s going to be 101 degrees.) So I might as well work if I can’t enjoy myself.
I suspect I’ve forgotten how to have fun, anywayReport
Just finished the first week of classes, so I’ll be catching up on some of the online work. Blackboard was down (for cloud migration) the second to last week of my summer class, so that has behind a bit. But I just finished the summer class’s grades. Beyond that? Some relaxing maybe we’ll play Wingspan, maybe start Lovecraft Country, maybe both.Report
Heh, nice line: “About a minute of stretching and then we’re off like a herd of turtles.”
When we did the Camino, we averaged 4 x 5k per day… but at whatever pace is quite a bit slower than turtles (hey, we had an 80 yo and a 4 yo)… never really excited the cardio, was mostly a test of ankle/foot endurance. My ankles were shot. And then it rained. Angrily. Like God throwing rocks, ’cause he was… tiny ice rocks. And we liked it.
This weekend is Lady Marchmaine’s recognition for endurance of 24-yrs of marriage; we’re going to our nearby foodie place where they recently built outdoor cabanas. So, cabana foodie dining in a pandemic is what you win at 24 yrs. I’m told that 25 involves overseas travel, probably to London and Ireland. She’s also talking about an English pilgrimage… but that just sounds like taunting God to throw things larger than tiny ice rocks.Report
Happy Anniversary!Report
Twenty-fifth is silver, twenty-fourth is bread sticks.
I liked the “herd of turtles” line too.Report
My dad always used “Flying herd of turtles”Report
Very Great Santini vibe with that…Report
Ahem… Ancient Grain Hand-turned Unleavened Crisps: with pumice pounded heirloom mustard.
And thanks!Report
My dad used to always say “off like a herd of turtles.” He’d tell us – when driving off to go on vacation, “We’re leaving at 7 am! No excuses! Have everything in the car the night before!
And then, as we were pulling out of the drive at 9 am, he’d groan about how we were off like a herd of turtles…
I said it once when my lab class was slow to gather for a field trip, NONE of the students had ever heard it before…perhaps it’s a generational thing?Report
After my father graduated from high school he went to work for the railroad, in the days when they still ran a very tight schedule. Then he spent some years in the Navy, where everything is done by the clock. Then he trained me.
When I was an undergraduate and my dad was a traveling safety engineer, sometime his schedule put him in Lincoln, NE at lunch time. I was a poor student and he offered to buy me lunch. My mother always said she would pay money to be able to sit where she could watch the corner where Dad and I had agreed to meet, as we both approached so that we both arrived 15 seconds early.Report
As far as home exercise, due to my “condition”, I do a resistance-based workout specifically designed for the disease, and then when it isn’t raining (HA! Oregon…) I go for bike rides. Seems to work for me.th
As for plans, I think just painting around the house. The window frames in my wife’s bathroom were painted blue at some point (I am guessing the ’80s) so getting those in line with the rest of the downstairs window frames is the current, don’t-want-to-go-outside-as high-humidity-kills-me-with-this-disease. But, as fall approaches, the west side will be getting attention.Report
My household will be getting up at the crack of dawn to make the sad, mournful drive home from the beach. Not that my son doesn’t wake us up at the crack of dawn regardless. Then it’s getting set up to return to the routine. Thank God next weekend is 3 days.Report
So, when ordering take-out Thai food, make sure that you open the container of Larb in such a way as to not spill some amount of fish sauce on your dog’s head.
It can make for an overexciting evening.Report
HOORAY FOR ALICE!Report
Wait…Labor Day…YES! I just remembered that I took Friday off. Four-day weekend incoming! Wooo!Report