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Screeching into Monday...
Mar. 26th, 2012 03:35 pmFriday started with a mammogram at 7am. I just CANNOT say how fun these are. Undress into a cloth jacket that gapes open, then have a stranger yank private parts around. And the squeezing between the metal planes? Just when I think that I'm going to pop, she levers planes just a biiiit closer... So. Fun.
My morning company conference call was at 8am. My day went quickly from there.
T (you didn't think this was just about ME, did you?!) spent his Friday morning doing the usual work. Then at noon drove somewhere outside of town. His afternoon was spent tilling a pasture for charity. Evidently his rototiller had no adjustment (the other guy's did, a fact he is still mildly bitter about) and just wanted to go running off into the distance by itself. Which meant he was using a lot of upper body strength to keep it digging down. When they did the entire pasture twice, then they got to shove posts into holes. He said, rock climber and weight lifter that he is, his arms STILL hurt.
Friday night I went to a friend's house and watched "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo." Whew! Those two scenes that are offensive? Oh, yeah. Totally offensive. But a good movie. I hear the original (Swedish?) movie was even better. If it wasn't so popular, I would be more serious in considering reading the book now.
Saturday morning we got up at 6am and went to breakfast at our favorite restaurant. Then we drove to the skydiving place. Who had not gotten our reservation. Or my buckets of money. Oh, AND they didn't have a AFF class for T until Sunday. *sigh* Fearing I would chicken out or have more time to think about it, I went ahead and did my tandem jump. T took pictures from the ground.
Afterward, as I slowly stiffened up and realized I am covered in bruises (WHY did the glasses have to be tight enough to leave bruises 3 days later?!), we spent a few hours at T's hometown bookstore. Then we had lunch with T's dad (we usually have Sunday dinner with him). I got to show him skydiving pictures.
Then we drove home. Grocery shopping, then a nap. We were beat! Then up for evening socializing at our friends' new house.
Sunday T woke at 7am to drive back North for his AFF class. I spent the day at home and puttered. I did 4 loads of laundry, folded clothes, did dishes, baked choc choc chip cookies (still have some...), made ginger ale, paid bills, bought books, and ended up sitting on the porch with a very happy cat in my lap waiting for T.
T bought of a picture of himself in free fall... Spoiler: You can expect it in the Christmas letter. Not surprisingly, he seemed to have a good time. He said that during freefall it was a bit information-intense. One of his instructors ended up pulling his chute because he was BUSY with three of them (two instructors and a photographer) trying to get him to do things.
Note: AFF = Accelerated Free Fall. Skydiving that does not include an instructor tied to your back.
My morning company conference call was at 8am. My day went quickly from there.
T (you didn't think this was just about ME, did you?!) spent his Friday morning doing the usual work. Then at noon drove somewhere outside of town. His afternoon was spent tilling a pasture for charity. Evidently his rototiller had no adjustment (the other guy's did, a fact he is still mildly bitter about) and just wanted to go running off into the distance by itself. Which meant he was using a lot of upper body strength to keep it digging down. When they did the entire pasture twice, then they got to shove posts into holes. He said, rock climber and weight lifter that he is, his arms STILL hurt.
Friday night I went to a friend's house and watched "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo." Whew! Those two scenes that are offensive? Oh, yeah. Totally offensive. But a good movie. I hear the original (Swedish?) movie was even better. If it wasn't so popular, I would be more serious in considering reading the book now.
Saturday morning we got up at 6am and went to breakfast at our favorite restaurant. Then we drove to the skydiving place. Who had not gotten our reservation. Or my buckets of money. Oh, AND they didn't have a AFF class for T until Sunday. *sigh* Fearing I would chicken out or have more time to think about it, I went ahead and did my tandem jump. T took pictures from the ground.
Afterward, as I slowly stiffened up and realized I am covered in bruises (WHY did the glasses have to be tight enough to leave bruises 3 days later?!), we spent a few hours at T's hometown bookstore. Then we had lunch with T's dad (we usually have Sunday dinner with him). I got to show him skydiving pictures.
Then we drove home. Grocery shopping, then a nap. We were beat! Then up for evening socializing at our friends' new house.
Sunday T woke at 7am to drive back North for his AFF class. I spent the day at home and puttered. I did 4 loads of laundry, folded clothes, did dishes, baked choc choc chip cookies (still have some...), made ginger ale, paid bills, bought books, and ended up sitting on the porch with a very happy cat in my lap waiting for T.
T bought of a picture of himself in free fall... Spoiler: You can expect it in the Christmas letter. Not surprisingly, he seemed to have a good time. He said that during freefall it was a bit information-intense. One of his instructors ended up pulling his chute because he was BUSY with three of them (two instructors and a photographer) trying to get him to do things.
Note: AFF = Accelerated Free Fall. Skydiving that does not include an instructor tied to your back.
