Time Trial
I'm right in the middle of two hectic weeks. Earlier in May, I was asked by a client to provide a business presentation on our services. What a great opportunity! Of course, I accepted. So Wednesday afternoon, Dale and I left for Missouri. On the way there, we saw many tourist/cultural attractions, mostly caves, which we would love to have stopped at if we had the time. For dinner we ate a yummy vegetarian pizza from a local Greek restaurant, caught the second half of game 5 of the Heat vs. Pistons (Pistons won) and slept the night in a motel. The presentation Thursday morning went well and included a plant tour - bonus! We secured some immediate business and, more importantly, the opportunity to possibly secure some great long-term business with this client.
The return trip was uneventful aside from intermittent torrential downpours and keeping an eye open for funnel clouds. Thankfully, we saw none of those. Actually, the only other "exciting" part of the return trip was our dangerous adventures in low fuel land. We knew, as we were driving east into Indiana that our gas was low, so we planned on refueling in Terra Haute. For some reason we didn't. We were now below a quarter tank and nearing Indy. "We should probably fill up here before we get to Indy." "Nah, we can make it to the east side, no problem!" So, we pushed on. The needle dropped from an eighth of a tank towards E. We finally pulled into a station just east of 465 at our exit. We enjoyed not because it was a brand new experience, but because we both agreed that our respective wives would have been having conniptions miles earlier had they been along for the trip. Of course, if we had run out of gas, we would have had to concoct an alternate excuse for our lateness.
Having missed a day-and-a-half of work, we had some catching up to do on Friday. Also, Marisa's back has been hurting severely since just before we left for Missouri. Her mom took her to a chiropractor on Wednesday and again Thursday. I went with her for the Friday visit and the doctor performed a realignment, which really did not appear to be pleasant. Hopefully, this treatment will help. She continues to be in pain over the weekend, so she's taking some pain medicine and making interesting use of pillows and blankets.
Marisa's brother is graduating from Harvard Law School this next week, so our whole office is shutting down Tuesday through Friday. We're all flying out of Indy on Tuesday afternoon. I look forward to my aunt ("aunt-in-law," technically?) flying in the same plane. It might be reminiscent of the beginning portion of Gremlins, but hopefully not. I think she's only flown once before. Anyway, I'm not sure why a graduation visit necessitates four whole days, but I'm not about to complain.
Marisa and I have had some plans in the works, including looking for a larger apartment, since we are far too cramped, as
spk1121 can attest. But it's all on hold until our return. The concern now is finding enough dressy outfits to last up at Harvard for several days. I've never visited the school and I'm sure it won't fit the elite image I concoct in my mind, but it's funny to picture us stepping out of a limousine at the campus' gate, being greeted by wait staff in tuxes holding silver trays of caviar and pate with mini baguettes and others with Champaign flutes. Yeah, I don't think so. I'll report back if there's anything worth reporting from the events.
The return trip was uneventful aside from intermittent torrential downpours and keeping an eye open for funnel clouds. Thankfully, we saw none of those. Actually, the only other "exciting" part of the return trip was our dangerous adventures in low fuel land. We knew, as we were driving east into Indiana that our gas was low, so we planned on refueling in Terra Haute. For some reason we didn't. We were now below a quarter tank and nearing Indy. "We should probably fill up here before we get to Indy." "Nah, we can make it to the east side, no problem!" So, we pushed on. The needle dropped from an eighth of a tank towards E. We finally pulled into a station just east of 465 at our exit. We enjoyed not because it was a brand new experience, but because we both agreed that our respective wives would have been having conniptions miles earlier had they been along for the trip. Of course, if we had run out of gas, we would have had to concoct an alternate excuse for our lateness.
Having missed a day-and-a-half of work, we had some catching up to do on Friday. Also, Marisa's back has been hurting severely since just before we left for Missouri. Her mom took her to a chiropractor on Wednesday and again Thursday. I went with her for the Friday visit and the doctor performed a realignment, which really did not appear to be pleasant. Hopefully, this treatment will help. She continues to be in pain over the weekend, so she's taking some pain medicine and making interesting use of pillows and blankets.
Marisa's brother is graduating from Harvard Law School this next week, so our whole office is shutting down Tuesday through Friday. We're all flying out of Indy on Tuesday afternoon. I look forward to my aunt ("aunt-in-law," technically?) flying in the same plane. It might be reminiscent of the beginning portion of Gremlins, but hopefully not. I think she's only flown once before. Anyway, I'm not sure why a graduation visit necessitates four whole days, but I'm not about to complain.
Marisa and I have had some plans in the works, including looking for a larger apartment, since we are far too cramped, as
spk1121 can attest. But it's all on hold until our return. The concern now is finding enough dressy outfits to last up at Harvard for several days. I've never visited the school and I'm sure it won't fit the elite image I concoct in my mind, but it's funny to picture us stepping out of a limousine at the campus' gate, being greeted by wait staff in tuxes holding silver trays of caviar and pate with mini baguettes and others with Champaign flutes. Yeah, I don't think so. I'll report back if there's anything worth reporting from the events.