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Saturday was fucked-up house day. I'd noticed a wet spot near a closet downstairs, and thought maybe it was a cat accident but kept forgetting about it. Finally hub stepped in it, and asked about it... it didn't smell like a cat byproduct. Then we noticed a weird, stale-water smell in the laundry room, and a place on the concrete outside that was wet, even though it's sheltered... so we called the guy who inspected our house when we bought it, and he gave us some ideas. When we looked in the closet, the floor in there was totally soaked and the pad and carpet were ruined. It was mostly a wrapping paper and miscellaneous camping stuff closet, so I ended throwing out a lot of pretty wrapping paper. We're drying the room out now, and I guess we'll call the insurance dudes Monday. I'm gunning for plumbing as opposed to foundation. Yikes! Maybe we can get a new floor out of the deal; hub was wanting to get rid of the carpet anyway.
Later we went to see 'Sum of All Fears', another grovemate's idea for a New Moon activity. It wasn't a terribly popular idea, there was just that person and me and our respective spouses at the movie. It wasn't a bad movie, I guess, though I would've liked to have seen more gore and blood and guts with regards to the chemical and nuclear warfare- it seemed awfully remote in a lot of ways. War is hell; if you're expecting us to be disturbed by it don't make it seem like a sterile clean little chess game. Meh. Two stars.
We screwed around and went home, but I was feeling antsy and wanted to go do something outside. It was around sunset and hub and I decided to explore a park nearby (Balcones something or other). It's huge and there are a lot of wooded areas, so we quickly struck out on a path. There was a bit of climbing, but not too much. It was quite green, although a lot of the green was ragweed and (I think) poison ivy. It was fun- when I was a wee bairn in Kerrville and San Antonio I used to explore the woods nearby all the time by myself. As we wandered it got darker and we realized that we were a long way from the park- suddenly we were standing in front of Mopac across from the North Austin Medical Center. So we walked on the side of the road, stopping at a convenience store for water (what a sight we must have been, covered with sweat and burrs) and looped back to the park, then home. I was exhausted and quickly stripped down and surfed the net for a bit while hub played Pro-Skater with Bob (Bob is at his house- they're doing this online. Bob's over a bunch, but I'm not walking around the house in the buff in front of him). After I cooled off, I thought it would be nice to get in the pool.
I haven't been in our pool much; it seems like something to fuss with, with the cleaning and the chemicals and the wa-hey... rather than something to have fun in. I need to get past that false dichotomy because it's a pool for gods' sake, and I dreamed of having a pool of my own for as long as I can remember. Even if it's a smallish above ground pool. After getting used to the water, I started thrashing around. I though again about how much I love swimming, and it's the only activity that has elements of exercise in it that I really thoroughly enjoy. Hiking is nice, but being covered in sweat and burrs and achy sucks. I also feel big and stompy and clumsy. But when I'm in the water, I feel graceful and wonderful. I swam back and forth, sometimes on my back so I could look up at the stars, for at least 1/2 hour until hub came out to see what I was up to. I thought, if I did this every day, or even every other day, I might actually start to loose some weight and get some wind back. And enjoy doing it. Imagine that!
Later we went to see 'Sum of All Fears', another grovemate's idea for a New Moon activity. It wasn't a terribly popular idea, there was just that person and me and our respective spouses at the movie. It wasn't a bad movie, I guess, though I would've liked to have seen more gore and blood and guts with regards to the chemical and nuclear warfare- it seemed awfully remote in a lot of ways. War is hell; if you're expecting us to be disturbed by it don't make it seem like a sterile clean little chess game. Meh. Two stars.
We screwed around and went home, but I was feeling antsy and wanted to go do something outside. It was around sunset and hub and I decided to explore a park nearby (Balcones something or other). It's huge and there are a lot of wooded areas, so we quickly struck out on a path. There was a bit of climbing, but not too much. It was quite green, although a lot of the green was ragweed and (I think) poison ivy. It was fun- when I was a wee bairn in Kerrville and San Antonio I used to explore the woods nearby all the time by myself. As we wandered it got darker and we realized that we were a long way from the park- suddenly we were standing in front of Mopac across from the North Austin Medical Center. So we walked on the side of the road, stopping at a convenience store for water (what a sight we must have been, covered with sweat and burrs) and looped back to the park, then home. I was exhausted and quickly stripped down and surfed the net for a bit while hub played Pro-Skater with Bob (Bob is at his house- they're doing this online. Bob's over a bunch, but I'm not walking around the house in the buff in front of him). After I cooled off, I thought it would be nice to get in the pool.
I haven't been in our pool much; it seems like something to fuss with, with the cleaning and the chemicals and the wa-hey... rather than something to have fun in. I need to get past that false dichotomy because it's a pool for gods' sake, and I dreamed of having a pool of my own for as long as I can remember. Even if it's a smallish above ground pool. After getting used to the water, I started thrashing around. I though again about how much I love swimming, and it's the only activity that has elements of exercise in it that I really thoroughly enjoy. Hiking is nice, but being covered in sweat and burrs and achy sucks. I also feel big and stompy and clumsy. But when I'm in the water, I feel graceful and wonderful. I swam back and forth, sometimes on my back so I could look up at the stars, for at least 1/2 hour until hub came out to see what I was up to. I thought, if I did this every day, or even every other day, I might actually start to loose some weight and get some wind back. And enjoy doing it. Imagine that!
