skibigsky's Diaryland Diary
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Life is good.
85 miles on the bicycle in the last 2 days. This is a good thing, despite the saddle sore, and having a really rough ride today (my lungs didn’t respond well to yesterday’s mild hill climb, and I was paying for it today; I’ve never been diagnosed with asthma, although I do use an inhaler before exercise, but I’m not sure how well it works, as my lungs were just burning today – ugh). Still, it is good to get back into the vigorous exercise program again. My body was getting a little soft, and I just FEEL better when I exercise. I get cranky when I don’t.
Heh. I’m so glad that I’m not the only one who thought John Goodman as the Cyclops was too funny (and the blind oracle? Heh – it took me a few seconds, as it’s been a while since I’ve read the Odyssey, but again, too good). And now I am ready to listen to the soundtrack again with a different perspective. And, really, I haven’t enjoyed a movie to that extent in quite some time. It may be one to get on DVD.
Mr. V. is off playing golf with an autocross friend (I’m determined to have a party in December that brings together our friends from our different walks of life, because it seems like our life is so segmented, and I think a lot of these people would really like each other, but just don’t come in to contact) and some of the guy’s work buddies. Frankly, I’m glad that I didn’t have to go. The bike ride today really beat me up, and I’ve just been in need of a little ‘me time’. Not that I’m not doing stuff for both of us; cleaning up the kitchen, posting pictures of my new shocks on the SCCA forum, and making cardboard ‘portfolios’ for our numbers.
These are my new numbers. I’ve decided that I’m dedicated enough to have my own set of numbers, and these suckers are HUGE – easily visible, and if I run the Nationals, legal size – we are debating this, as my co-driver may not be going, and I’m not sure I see the point to hassle taking out two cars (the FrankenMiata and the Mini) if we don’t need to – it’s not like I’m going to be a real threat at Nationals…. The experience would be good, but it wouldn’t kill me if I didn’t race. I could do work assignments for Mr. V. and/or Charles, and take care of the dogs (assuming they come along – it may be a tough trip for them). We’ll see. Regardless, I’ll use the numbers locally, and at Nationals next year.
They are huge magnets, and we need a way to keep them flat and clean, so I’m making portfolios for Mr. V.’s numbers and my own.
Yep. I lead one exciting life. Don’t get me wrong. Lack of excitement is good. But I honestly ask myself how I ever managed to hold down a job. (Obviously, the answer is, not well. Although I don’t think the fault was actually mine. Rat bastards. I would have liked a choice. And the opportunity to figure out a way to hold on to health insurance. But that’s another topic, and not worth me pursuing tonight.)
Time to make lasagna.
6:09 p.m. - 22 August 2007
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