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Sunday May 31, 2009 #
Bicycling 45:00 [1]
Got up at 4:25 am, showered, packed, and biked to the airport. At 8:30 am I was in Dulles, holding a DD ice coffee I purchased at Logan, that still had ice clinking around in it.
I was highly unprepared for this trip - around midnight I checked the O situation for today at the DVOA website and realized my O friends in the DC area might travel up to north of Baltimore for some meet that I wasn't going to have time to get to. So instead of trying to figure out how to contact you all, I sent email to my friends the Symingtons who live in Bethesda to say I'd stay with them tonight. I drove to their house this morning and found out the twins (juniors in high school) were heading out to a soccer game, coached by their mom. So I came along and it was awesome; those kids are SUCH amazing players - it was really really good soccer. Some absolutely beautiful ball handling, and great teamwork. They won 8-3, so I got to see some sweet goals as well.
Took a few photos on the bike ride to the airport.
Note the Tobin bridge in the background on the right, seen from the west since you have to go way around by bike.
This photo doesn't do it justice, but the potholes are so bad that the taxis slow way down and weave all over to avoid them.
After the power plant, I bike past a lot of produce warehouses
Another bridge, into East Boston
Now I can see the Tobin bridge from the east
I was highly unprepared for this trip - around midnight I checked the O situation for today at the DVOA website and realized my O friends in the DC area might travel up to north of Baltimore for some meet that I wasn't going to have time to get to. So instead of trying to figure out how to contact you all, I sent email to my friends the Symingtons who live in Bethesda to say I'd stay with them tonight. I drove to their house this morning and found out the twins (juniors in high school) were heading out to a soccer game, coached by their mom. So I came along and it was awesome; those kids are SUCH amazing players - it was really really good soccer. Some absolutely beautiful ball handling, and great teamwork. They won 8-3, so I got to see some sweet goals as well.
Took a few photos on the bike ride to the airport.
Note the Tobin bridge in the background on the right, seen from the west since you have to go way around by bike.
This photo doesn't do it justice, but the potholes are so bad that the taxis slow way down and weave all over to avoid them.
After the power plant, I bike past a lot of produce warehouses
Another bridge, into East Boston
Now I can see the Tobin bridge from the east
Tuesday May 26, 2009 #
Running 10:00 [1]
Pleased to have at least gotten out there this morning after letting the chickens out and before doing a little gardening.
Monday May 25, 2009 #
Hiking 2:00:00 [3]
Started up Cadillac Mountain at 3:45 a.m. with Dave; watched the sunrise and ambled back down.
Hiking 15:00 [1]
To base of climbing wall in Acadia with Dave, the kids and friends.
Sunday May 24, 2009 #
Hiking 3:30:00 [1]
From campground to top of Cadillac Mountain with a bunch of families. Came down with Isabel and Dave.
Running 10:00 [4]
Chasing David around the campsite
Saturday May 23, 2009 #
Bicycling 2:00:00 [2]
In Acadia with friends and family.
Wednesday May 20, 2009 #
Note
The 2-bedroom apartment downstairs will be available for rent starting July 1st.
Bicycling 10:00 [1]
Tuesday May 19, 2009 #
Bicycling 4:00 [1]
Monday May 18, 2009 #
Note
Dave and I received this email: "I am hoping to find a person/persons raising backyard chickens. It is for a film project for a cable station. The story line is fictional soap opera/sitcom about a woman who has lost her job and in trying to make ends meet, decides to start raising backyard chickens for eggs. We are hoping to film a brief piece where she is walking by a house and sees the backyard chickens and asks the owner a couple of questions about raising chickens - thereby getting the initial inspiration. We could have a person act as the chicken owner, but if you were interested in any of this, and also might like to play the actual chicken owner, we'd be thrilled."
Hiking 40:00 [1]
weight:134.5lbs
Mogollon Rim, hashing stuff out with PG.
At the airport we weighed ourselves on the luggage scales. I was 134.5 and PG was 138. He reported it as 135, supposedly due to the fact the he was wearing clothes, shoes, his wallet, and all his hair - and he says the scale was bouncing around so it could have been less than the number both he and the guy behind the counter reported. Scale didn't bounce for me, but maybe he was just nervous.
At the airport we weighed ourselves on the luggage scales. I was 134.5 and PG was 138. He reported it as 135, supposedly due to the fact the he was wearing clothes, shoes, his wallet, and all his hair - and he says the scale was bouncing around so it could have been less than the number both he and the guy behind the counter reported. Scale didn't bounce for me, but maybe he was just nervous.
Sunday May 17, 2009 #
Rogaining race 9:00:00 [5]
Approximate time midnight - 9 am.
Felt much better in the morning.
Felt much better in the morning.
Saturday May 16, 2009 #
Event: Mogollon Rim Rogaine
Note
Dream.
Well.
Black friend of Dave's suggests they hire a couple ladies for some fun. Discussion of race in which it's implied Dave is white (I realize only after the dream). I am coming along too and I realize I don't feel comfortable with this plan, at all, and will need to tell them. But a couple who we know from the kids' school are also coming and while it seems clear to me that their presence would put a halt to the proposed activities anyway, it also means that I can't have the discussion. Then we're traveling along big open city streets and I'm psyched because I get to fly again; not sure of what contraption but something wacky. I don't get to the flying part but I'm jumping higher and longer and higher (several meters into the air), really zooming along. Then comes one last jump, really high, and I feel myself getting out of control and worrying about the landing. I wake up before I find out how it ends.
I think the sex and race references are just metaphors (well, duh; it's a dream) and upon further reflection I think I can map this dream outing onto today's rogaine.
Woke up at 4am local time. Sky lightening at 4:30; first bird at 4:42; many of them singing their hearts out by 4:48.
Traveling on foot through this terrain today is going to be extremely tasty.
Forgot to mention we ran into Bash & her partner and I'm pretty sure that is Bent=husband=Richard at the airport on Thursday. I was a little out of it. Lack of caffeine, yeah. We were traveling down parallel escalators and she spotted us. I love her energy. She just radiates it.
A couple shoe issues. My beloved rogaine shoes started hurting my heel while traveling/hiking Thursday. So I'm going with the Sarvas which are a bit short in the toe.
Caroline and Cristina arrived last night. Caroline is working at Avalon, a communish community south of Tucson, near Nogales. Sounds really cool. Cristina looks fit. We took a look at the map Peter has from his previous rogaine out here.
Well.
Black friend of Dave's suggests they hire a couple ladies for some fun. Discussion of race in which it's implied Dave is white (I realize only after the dream). I am coming along too and I realize I don't feel comfortable with this plan, at all, and will need to tell them. But a couple who we know from the kids' school are also coming and while it seems clear to me that their presence would put a halt to the proposed activities anyway, it also means that I can't have the discussion. Then we're traveling along big open city streets and I'm psyched because I get to fly again; not sure of what contraption but something wacky. I don't get to the flying part but I'm jumping higher and longer and higher (several meters into the air), really zooming along. Then comes one last jump, really high, and I feel myself getting out of control and worrying about the landing. I wake up before I find out how it ends.
I think the sex and race references are just metaphors (well, duh; it's a dream) and upon further reflection I think I can map this dream outing onto today's rogaine.
Woke up at 4am local time. Sky lightening at 4:30; first bird at 4:42; many of them singing their hearts out by 4:48.
Traveling on foot through this terrain today is going to be extremely tasty.
Forgot to mention we ran into Bash & her partner and I'm pretty sure that is Bent=husband=Richard at the airport on Thursday. I was a little out of it. Lack of caffeine, yeah. We were traveling down parallel escalators and she spotted us. I love her energy. She just radiates it.
A couple shoe issues. My beloved rogaine shoes started hurting my heel while traveling/hiking Thursday. So I'm going with the Sarvas which are a bit short in the toe.
Caroline and Cristina arrived last night. Caroline is working at Avalon, a communish community south of Tucson, near Nogales. Sounds really cool. Cristina looks fit. We took a look at the map Peter has from his previous rogaine out here.
Rogaining race 13:00:00 [5]
This includes a couple hours of breaks. Had a great time with Peter and Cristina on the rogaine. Lovely terrain; fun course.
Unfortunately, I got sick, some combination of the heat during the day, taking too many electrolyte pills at once, and food that I brought with me. Felt nauseous for many hours and threw up twice. Not fun. The sick feeling started in the evening and continued through the night. Part way along I'd pretty much decided to turn back to the hash house and quit, but at the control where we had to make the decision I was feeling a little better, so we went on. Anyway, that all cost us a couple hours in breaks and some extra-slow traveling.
Total points 1890, for second place in mixed open.
Unfortunately, I got sick, some combination of the heat during the day, taking too many electrolyte pills at once, and food that I brought with me. Felt nauseous for many hours and threw up twice. Not fun. The sick feeling started in the evening and continued through the night. Part way along I'd pretty much decided to turn back to the hash house and quit, but at the control where we had to make the decision I was feeling a little better, so we went on. Anyway, that all cost us a couple hours in breaks and some extra-slow traveling.
Total points 1890, for second place in mixed open.
Friday May 15, 2009 #
Note
Dream.
I'm trying to sign up for a math class at MIT. I end up eventually with course materials; they seem to be about evolution and forensics and insects and grubs, and it looks like we're going to be doing experiemnts that involve eating what look like pretty gross and large insects.
I still think my kids will find this cool, and I want to show them the course book. Also Mr. M. We're traveling together, staying in some shared accommodation with quite a few people. Sometimes the place migrates to the driveway of my parents' house. Near the beginning it's a shared hotel suite.
Dad needs conditioner from the other bathroom, where Mr M is. Izzy gets there first.
Various interactions with Mr. M. His wife comes by wearing some Christmas-decorated uniform. Her friend comes by and is catty.
Dave is around too, which is nice, as always. Lots of people.
Mr. M and I go to visit a castle that somehow I've been to and he hasn't. We park and cut across people's property toward the sea. But along the way a couple people are marveling over a strange hybrid animal: the body is deer (maybe elk), the head some mix of eagle beak and big cat predator face. It takes me a little while to turn from wanting to get to the castle to paying attention and realizing how weird the beast is. At first we are watching it prey on a small animal but then it turns its attention to us. It is now Dave who is with me, and he is closer. The thing has darts, too, and seems more human now, and evil; it can speak and taunt and threaten. It has darts, one of which it throws at Dave, and Dave pulls it out. Then it is full-scale attacking and I'm running to get out of there but then I realize I need to go back and help the other people so I turn around and the beast's head is under some cloth and it seems almost sleeping so I get the others to leave with me and we start heading back to the cars; don't know if we'll make it. Wondering why no police have shown up. Someone must have called them.
At home, just cleaned the place and people are about to troop through, and I yell for them to take off their shoes but Brad doesn't so I tackle him in the kitchen which is made easier by the fact that he has his arms in his shirt but not in his sleeves, straightjacket style. I tackle him and twist him around a full 360 from toe to shoulder and pin his shoulders. "Pin with a twist!"
I'm trying to sign up for a math class at MIT. I end up eventually with course materials; they seem to be about evolution and forensics and insects and grubs, and it looks like we're going to be doing experiemnts that involve eating what look like pretty gross and large insects.
I still think my kids will find this cool, and I want to show them the course book. Also Mr. M. We're traveling together, staying in some shared accommodation with quite a few people. Sometimes the place migrates to the driveway of my parents' house. Near the beginning it's a shared hotel suite.
Dad needs conditioner from the other bathroom, where Mr M is. Izzy gets there first.
Various interactions with Mr. M. His wife comes by wearing some Christmas-decorated uniform. Her friend comes by and is catty.
Dave is around too, which is nice, as always. Lots of people.
Mr. M and I go to visit a castle that somehow I've been to and he hasn't. We park and cut across people's property toward the sea. But along the way a couple people are marveling over a strange hybrid animal: the body is deer (maybe elk), the head some mix of eagle beak and big cat predator face. It takes me a little while to turn from wanting to get to the castle to paying attention and realizing how weird the beast is. At first we are watching it prey on a small animal but then it turns its attention to us. It is now Dave who is with me, and he is closer. The thing has darts, too, and seems more human now, and evil; it can speak and taunt and threaten. It has darts, one of which it throws at Dave, and Dave pulls it out. Then it is full-scale attacking and I'm running to get out of there but then I realize I need to go back and help the other people so I turn around and the beast's head is under some cloth and it seems almost sleeping so I get the others to leave with me and we start heading back to the cars; don't know if we'll make it. Wondering why no police have shown up. Someone must have called them.
At home, just cleaned the place and people are about to troop through, and I yell for them to take off their shoes but Brad doesn't so I tackle him in the kitchen which is made easier by the fact that he has his arms in his shirt but not in his sleeves, straightjacket style. I tackle him and twist him around a full 360 from toe to shoulder and pin his shoulders. "Pin with a twist!"
Hiking 1:30:00 [1]
Near and at the Mogollon Rim.
Thursday May 14, 2009 #
Hiking 1:30:00 [1]
Wednesday May 13, 2009 #
Note
For our little neighborhood newsletter, David drew the following for a caption contest. Can you think of a good caption for this cartoon?
Note
weight:138lbs
Slept 9:30pm-4:30am.
Was mystified by the higher weight until I read Peggy's log. Not that I put out so much exertion that I deserve to weigh more, maybe.
Was mystified by the higher weight until I read Peggy's log. Not that I put out so much exertion that I deserve to weigh more, maybe.
Bicycling 10:00 [1]
Tuesday May 12, 2009 #
Note
Slept a lot last night and was quite sleepy yesterday. First day of no caffeine (if you don't count decaf coffee), in preparation for rogaine.
Discovered some old photos - they were on a disposable camera that somehow my friend Geoff had in his house. He developed them and figured out they were mine. Can you tell me the year and venue? AZ or OR or WA, I expect. Maybe 5 years ago?
A fine photo of Peg Davis along with Shirley:
This must have been a rogaine I did with Orlyn:
Orlyn mid-rogaine:
The handsome SF and friends
Me at John's house showing off what looks like a first place medal. I love his Fremont Arts Festival poster with Lenin/Lennon.
John and Heather got medals too:
Who's this? Is this Eric?
And then there was a picture of a bunch of kids on our front porch before or after some orienteering thing in our neighborhood. The boy with the hat flashing the peace sign is Aidan, and he just last weekend played the lead role in Fiddler at the school, and he was great - total ham, and good at it.
Discovered some old photos - they were on a disposable camera that somehow my friend Geoff had in his house. He developed them and figured out they were mine. Can you tell me the year and venue? AZ or OR or WA, I expect. Maybe 5 years ago?
A fine photo of Peg Davis along with Shirley:
This must have been a rogaine I did with Orlyn:
Orlyn mid-rogaine:
The handsome SF and friends
Me at John's house showing off what looks like a first place medal. I love his Fremont Arts Festival poster with Lenin/Lennon.
John and Heather got medals too:
Who's this? Is this Eric?
And then there was a picture of a bunch of kids on our front porch before or after some orienteering thing in our neighborhood. The boy with the hat flashing the peace sign is Aidan, and he just last weekend played the lead role in Fiddler at the school, and he was great - total ham, and good at it.
Bicycling 4:00 [1]
Tapering.
Monday May 11, 2009 #
Bicycling 8:00 [1]
Sunday May 10, 2009 #
Event: Billygoat
Note
weight:134lbs
134 lb going into the goat.
Orienteering 2:06:30 [3]
Nice day!
Skipped #7. Took the left fork, but wished I took the right one.
Bobbled a couple.
Was interested in following but was on my own by the time I headed to 2. Did run into a lot of people during the race and even finished with a little clutch. Followed Sharon for a few controls, curious to see her pace. I'd already skipped and she hadn't so we went separate ways eventually. I enjoyed guessing (correctly) what her route choice was going to be, even at a fairly micro level.
Made the mistake of going on the "trail" through the marsh on the way to 15. J-J and Stephen were ahead of me so I figured it couldn't be that bad. I was relieved not to be permanently stuck. Got in up to my waist and at times was not sure I'd get out.
Skipped #7. Took the left fork, but wished I took the right one.
Bobbled a couple.
Was interested in following but was on my own by the time I headed to 2. Did run into a lot of people during the race and even finished with a little clutch. Followed Sharon for a few controls, curious to see her pace. I'd already skipped and she hadn't so we went separate ways eventually. I enjoyed guessing (correctly) what her route choice was going to be, even at a fairly micro level.
Made the mistake of going on the "trail" through the marsh on the way to 15. J-J and Stephen were ahead of me so I figured it couldn't be that bad. I was relieved not to be permanently stuck. Got in up to my waist and at times was not sure I'd get out.
Saturday May 9, 2009 #
Note
Garden photos.
Harvest:
Radishes
Lettuce
Juvenile plants:
Rhubarb, and pots of radishes
Striped German tomatoes, heirloom
Cabbage, cauliflower, kale, bok choi, peas, chives
Harvest:
Radishes
Lettuce
Juvenile plants:
Rhubarb, and pots of radishes
Striped German tomatoes, heirloom
Cabbage, cauliflower, kale, bok choi, peas, chives
Note
This turned out well:
A lot of kale, ribs removed and chopped fine
onion
shallot
pine nuts
fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice
Saute onion, shallot, pine nuts.
Add kale and cover. Cook for a little while.
Add grapefruit juice; cook down liquid.
Yum!!!
A lot of kale, ribs removed and chopped fine
onion
shallot
pine nuts
fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice
Saute onion, shallot, pine nuts.
Add kale and cover. Cook for a little while.
Add grapefruit juice; cook down liquid.
Yum!!!
Friday May 8, 2009 #
Bicycling 30:00 [3]
Thursday May 7, 2009 #
Bicycling 30:00 [3]
To school for an interesting parent teacher meeting (all jr high parents and staff), at which we discussed behavior and the means the teachers are taking to deal with poor behavior. They have a great system set up. I tried to make the point that the kids are feeling somewhat disempowered and behavior would improve if the teachers welcome any attempts from the kids to propose changes to the rules. The kids did circulate a petition, but the kids felt their efforts were squashed.
Wednesday May 6, 2009 #
Running 41:00 [3]
bridge ckt. Very happy to have gotten off my duff wrt exercise, especially as we bailed on the CSU local event yesterday in favor of staying warm and dry and spending time with my family and a visitor from Kyrgyzstan. In addition to running, I cleaned the chicken coop and made lasagna (for tonight's International Dinner at school) before heading off to work. I almost sound like I'm getting stuff done.
I am awfully pleased that Cristina will join me & Peter for the AZ rogaine. Triangles have much more interesting social dynamics than pairs, and just being a pair has been plenty interesting. I tend to think of success in rogaines as being primarily about not having some kind of breakdown (injury, blisters, GI problems, dehydration) and of course with more people you have a higher probability of that happening. But we can offset that disadvantage by communicating well and using all three brains and milking the party atmosphere for morale and having Cristina and Peter carry my stuff.
I am awfully pleased that Cristina will join me & Peter for the AZ rogaine. Triangles have much more interesting social dynamics than pairs, and just being a pair has been plenty interesting. I tend to think of success in rogaines as being primarily about not having some kind of breakdown (injury, blisters, GI problems, dehydration) and of course with more people you have a higher probability of that happening. But we can offset that disadvantage by communicating well and using all three brains and milking the party atmosphere for morale and having Cristina and Peter carry my stuff.
C • stuff 16
Bicycling 8:00 [1]
had to go back home once i arrived at work b/c i'd left my bike bag with computer on the back porch while moving plants so neighbor Brad could borrow the van which was in the garage...
Bicycling 30:00 [3]
To school for the international dinner. My parents are visiting, and as is not atypical for them, they invited a visitor to visit them while they visit us. Her name is Anara, and she is the sister of an acquaintance of the administrator of the foreign teachers program in Kyrgyzstan where my parents taught a few years ago. She is here to learn English and just found out she got in to U Mich to study social work. Anyway, Anara came along to the dinner, which was served by David & his friends to raise funds for charity and the 8th grade yearbook. Afterward, I dropped Isabel's friend Jessie off at the Porter Square bookstore, where her sociologist father was reading excerpts from his new book on how 9/11 has worked its way into our culture. I bought a copy and had him autograph it to my parents and biked on home in the dusk thinking that I really ought to get a replacement bike light.
Monday May 4, 2009 #
Note
Dreams:
(1) Peter and I are doing a rogaine in the Swiss Alps. The map covers urban areas, foothills, and the mountains themselves. We're not very organized. Peter isn't dressed very seriously. He seems to be wearing some kind of Viking costume and maybe dress shoes.
(2) [After listening to a palliative care / end of life story on NPR last night:] Mom and Dad have not decided to join one of their parents in a nursing home. I am shocked that they made this decision without talking with me and Doug. Also, they seem pretty active and healthy to me, although part way through the dream I realize that Mom is breathing from a tank from time to time. I ask questions: are you going to be able to leave this place ever? to travel, for instance? The doctor for the place shows up, but he is not very communicative. He mumbles.
(This is no longer the dream.) Mom and Dad are actually coming to visit today. They will arrive at rush hour just as I will be taking Isabel to soccer practice and getting ready to host a dinner with a couple people who used to live at Spouting Horn Road with us. So I can't pick them up from the airport. I called them last night to suggest they take a cab and they couldn't understand why they shouldn't take public transport as usual (3 subway trains to Central Square and walk about 1km). I finally came out with it: I'm not sure how frail you guys are at the moment and I feel bad I can't pick you up.
(1) Peter and I are doing a rogaine in the Swiss Alps. The map covers urban areas, foothills, and the mountains themselves. We're not very organized. Peter isn't dressed very seriously. He seems to be wearing some kind of Viking costume and maybe dress shoes.
(2) [After listening to a palliative care / end of life story on NPR last night:] Mom and Dad have not decided to join one of their parents in a nursing home. I am shocked that they made this decision without talking with me and Doug. Also, they seem pretty active and healthy to me, although part way through the dream I realize that Mom is breathing from a tank from time to time. I ask questions: are you going to be able to leave this place ever? to travel, for instance? The doctor for the place shows up, but he is not very communicative. He mumbles.
(This is no longer the dream.) Mom and Dad are actually coming to visit today. They will arrive at rush hour just as I will be taking Isabel to soccer practice and getting ready to host a dinner with a couple people who used to live at Spouting Horn Road with us. So I can't pick them up from the airport. I called them last night to suggest they take a cab and they couldn't understand why they shouldn't take public transport as usual (3 subway trains to Central Square and walk about 1km). I finally came out with it: I'm not sure how frail you guys are at the moment and I feel bad I can't pick you up.
Sunday May 3, 2009 #
Note
Chose to do gardening and spend time with the kids (homework, etc.) and more data entry for Obama (!) instead of exercising. Hosted an expanded meeting (with overnight-risen yeast waffles) of the Grape Hero editorial board; we're gearing up for a project to hook up would-be gardeners to people with gardening space on their property. Made arrangements to collect chicken manure for a nearby community garden. Transplanted a bunch of seedlings. The harvest has started: radishes, lettuce. This coming week we'll harvest bok choi, kale. And of course eggs...
Another "don't cluck don't tell" article.
Another "don't cluck don't tell" article.
Saturday May 2, 2009 #
Running 26:00 [3]
weight:136lbs
To store for leeks and buttermilk, and home with backpack.
Often in the morning I decide to go on a diet, which lasts until partway through the day. This morning I decided to go on a modified leek diet. I read about it in a book called something like "how French women eat amazingly delicious food and stay improbably slim." Every once in a while the author eats nothing but leek soup for a weekend. The "modified" part of my diet means I can also eat fruit and maybe scraps left behind on my kids' plates.
Oh, and a fresh-laid egg, poached. I made poached eggs for Dave and David this morning too, and served them with toasted home-made sunflower wheat bread. The eggs poach much nicer than store eggs: they stay together and don't send egg-white streamers all around the pan.
Often in the morning I decide to go on a diet, which lasts until partway through the day. This morning I decided to go on a modified leek diet. I read about it in a book called something like "how French women eat amazingly delicious food and stay improbably slim." Every once in a while the author eats nothing but leek soup for a weekend. The "modified" part of my diet means I can also eat fruit and maybe scraps left behind on my kids' plates.
Oh, and a fresh-laid egg, poached. I made poached eggs for Dave and David this morning too, and served them with toasted home-made sunflower wheat bread. The eggs poach much nicer than store eggs: they stay together and don't send egg-white streamers all around the pan.
Bicycling 15:00 [3]
Rode to mid-Cambridge with a bunch of seedlings in the trailer; swapped them for other plants: strawberries, raspberries, inedible shade plants, bee balm, and a couple things for Geoff. I must say I find it mystifying why people would want to spend a lot of effort growing plants you can't eat.
Bicycling 40:00 [3]
To Davis Sq and back. Had made tentative plans to meet David G at the Burren to listen to the Bag Boys, but neither David nor the Bags were there.
Walking 30:00 [1]
Walked (some of the way) to and from a Boston Breakers game (professional women's soccer). Great game. Great company (bunch of kids and Dave).
It's pretty cool the things we can walk to from our house. Like professional soccer. Red Sox games. Whole Foods. Trader Joes. MIT. Harvard. Work. The T.
It's pretty cool the things we can walk to from our house. Like professional soccer. Red Sox games. Whole Foods. Trader Joes. MIT. Harvard. Work. The T.
Friday May 1, 2009 #
Bicycling 1:27:00 [3]
To the pagan May Day celebrations by the River Charles with Dave just after sunrise, and back. Then to Arlington for an appointment and back via Dunkin Donuts to work. Later, home.
Busy day. Potluck at school in the evening.
So, Scotland is shaping up. As long as the flu doesn't cancel all travel (and I don't think it will), we have nearly a full house and will possibly occupy the overflow housing as well. August 1-8 we are renting a big house in Perthshire to serve as a base for the Scottish 6-day, on the grounds of Castle Menzies. We've got 16 people signed up now, and can fit as many as 28, but 18 is the minimum I'm hoping for. More information here. Hm, the lodge's web site appears to be down at the time.
Busy day. Potluck at school in the evening.
So, Scotland is shaping up. As long as the flu doesn't cancel all travel (and I don't think it will), we have nearly a full house and will possibly occupy the overflow housing as well. August 1-8 we are renting a big house in Perthshire to serve as a base for the Scottish 6-day, on the grounds of Castle Menzies. We've got 16 people signed up now, and can fit as many as 28, but 18 is the minimum I'm hoping for. More information here. Hm, the lodge's web site appears to be down at the time.