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Weekend blitz - take no prisoners
Nov. 7th, 2004 05:39 pmOkay, in the past 3 days I saw one Collegiate Festival Concert (my daughter's college choir came to town), one soccer game (my son's), and 5 - five - complete basketball games (my son - again). I'm in the running for parent of the month, I'm sure. Now I'm doing a batholith of laundry. We've declared my son's socks a biohazard.
I discovered that there are a vast quantity of choral pieces about shepherds and their lady loves.
I also discovered that the combination of testosterone and adrenalin is somewhat explosive under pressure.
The tiny bit of writing that I managed to hack out was as productive as molding steel with my tongue. Write one sentence, delete two.
Mr. Geoviki and I managed to take two long walks around a previously undiscovered lake - between games - and we had perfect Colorado weather. Indian summer, they call it here, for all my non-American readers.
I should be determining what sessions to attend at tomorrow's meeting of the Geological Society of America, but no matter which one I chose, I'll decide I should have gone to another. It's somewhat traumatic to see speakers try to cram their life's work into 7 minutes. And I have to navigate the city bus system, something that always makes me feel like a grown-up.
Sounds like a poll topic: what makes you feel like a bona-fide adult? Number one on the list for me is renting a car. Big-time adult process. Renting a hotel room ranks right up there, too.
I discovered that there are a vast quantity of choral pieces about shepherds and their lady loves.
I also discovered that the combination of testosterone and adrenalin is somewhat explosive under pressure.
The tiny bit of writing that I managed to hack out was as productive as molding steel with my tongue. Write one sentence, delete two.
Mr. Geoviki and I managed to take two long walks around a previously undiscovered lake - between games - and we had perfect Colorado weather. Indian summer, they call it here, for all my non-American readers.
I should be determining what sessions to attend at tomorrow's meeting of the Geological Society of America, but no matter which one I chose, I'll decide I should have gone to another. It's somewhat traumatic to see speakers try to cram their life's work into 7 minutes. And I have to navigate the city bus system, something that always makes me feel like a grown-up.
Sounds like a poll topic: what makes you feel like a bona-fide adult? Number one on the list for me is renting a car. Big-time adult process. Renting a hotel room ranks right up there, too.
