winter is moving in
There’s a lot of stuff to catch up on today.
It was really nice seeing an old friend randomly in Santa Cruz, especially since I rarely see anyone randomly where I live now. I’ve lived in Concord 12 years now, and I don’t know anyone that I didn’t know beforehand…. Well, maybe two people.
In case you were wondering, I voted Green since I had too many major problems with the usual two party’s candidates. Zachary asked me who I voted for after school (they had a class election where they were given the choice of Obama or Romney) and I told him I voted Green. I wonder what will percolate back to his teacher.
Projects continue, but all stuff that can’t be shared at this point.
The chickens continue to grow, and they have become part of the afternoon routine to let them out and wander around for the amusement of my wife and son. They seem to have an interest in finding their way into the house and hanging around.
I have been blowing it in the kitchen over the last few weeks. So many attempts at something new really went sideways, like tonight’s crock-pot disaster. I didn’t think you could screw up meat, vegetables and spice cooking for six hours. It was bland and dry, like I just boiled it. I won’t even rehash the egg-nog macaroni and cheese debacle. Must keep trying, eventually good ingredients will yield good food.
The 7th Day Adventists came by yesterday, lucky for them my hands were tired and needed a break. I talked to them for a while, and eventually sent them off with a bunch of things to look up and research (they had never heard of usury), and after they left, Zachary asked me who they were, and I told him they were the God salesmen.
I went fighting last night. Did fairly well considering that I’ve only fought a few times in the last few years. I didn’t hurt myself, though I feel like I have all kinds of muscular strain over my body and legs and arms, and I’ve been staggering around like a zombie today. No real impact problems or bruises, seeing that I only wear body armor that would equal a small kidney belt and a light summer jacket. I guess I was lucky, and probably the people out there didn’t really remember anyone who fights in my style anymore. I was one of those folks who diligently practiced my mistakes long enough for them to become ‘my style’. I should feel lucky that everything just feels strained, and nothing popped out or broke. Of course it’ll take a long time to build up the muscles, timing, eye, and endurance to feel okay on the field again. I told my boy I was sore today, so he climbed on my lap and started poking me, asking if he found a sore spot…. Yeah, I know, he’s definitely my son.
It was really nice seeing an old friend randomly in Santa Cruz, especially since I rarely see anyone randomly where I live now. I’ve lived in Concord 12 years now, and I don’t know anyone that I didn’t know beforehand…. Well, maybe two people.
In case you were wondering, I voted Green since I had too many major problems with the usual two party’s candidates. Zachary asked me who I voted for after school (they had a class election where they were given the choice of Obama or Romney) and I told him I voted Green. I wonder what will percolate back to his teacher.
Projects continue, but all stuff that can’t be shared at this point.
The chickens continue to grow, and they have become part of the afternoon routine to let them out and wander around for the amusement of my wife and son. They seem to have an interest in finding their way into the house and hanging around.
I have been blowing it in the kitchen over the last few weeks. So many attempts at something new really went sideways, like tonight’s crock-pot disaster. I didn’t think you could screw up meat, vegetables and spice cooking for six hours. It was bland and dry, like I just boiled it. I won’t even rehash the egg-nog macaroni and cheese debacle. Must keep trying, eventually good ingredients will yield good food.
The 7th Day Adventists came by yesterday, lucky for them my hands were tired and needed a break. I talked to them for a while, and eventually sent them off with a bunch of things to look up and research (they had never heard of usury), and after they left, Zachary asked me who they were, and I told him they were the God salesmen.
I went fighting last night. Did fairly well considering that I’ve only fought a few times in the last few years. I didn’t hurt myself, though I feel like I have all kinds of muscular strain over my body and legs and arms, and I’ve been staggering around like a zombie today. No real impact problems or bruises, seeing that I only wear body armor that would equal a small kidney belt and a light summer jacket. I guess I was lucky, and probably the people out there didn’t really remember anyone who fights in my style anymore. I was one of those folks who diligently practiced my mistakes long enough for them to become ‘my style’. I should feel lucky that everything just feels strained, and nothing popped out or broke. Of course it’ll take a long time to build up the muscles, timing, eye, and endurance to feel okay on the field again. I told my boy I was sore today, so he climbed on my lap and started poking me, asking if he found a sore spot…. Yeah, I know, he’s definitely my son.