For fuck’s sake will the real Spring hurry up and arrive? High today of 49, a low of 33, with rain? Hey Mother Nature, April Fool’s Day was two weeks ago, this shit ain’t funny any longer.
I should also interject here that I am also very tired of our current weather pattern where rain is predicted for Friday and Saturday of each week, while Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays are perfect weather.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
Now that I know that when I am criticizing another I am seeing my own fault I like to be very honest and very specific in my criticism. After I get it straight how I think this fault works in someone else, I can then look at my own behavior with a surprising new clarity. (This way of criticizing works best when I do it silently.)
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
Old Age Or Wisdom, Which One Was It?
I decided with the weather forecast that my weekend would be best served in one of the campsite “bear pantries” instead of my new tent. By and large I think that I was right, however I wish that I had not picked the pantry whose tin roof’s corner was not secured because the wind periodically lifted it and slammed it back down. If not for my ability to sleep heavily (especially when drunk) I would have had a horrible evening on Saturday night.
I found myself snuggled in my sleeping bag rather early on Friday and Saturday nights. There was something about me, the amount of beer I consumed, and the cold weather that lured me into bed early. I’m sure that my demeanor was a little nicer sans hangover, but that’s really not my call to make.
Saturday’s trail, my sixtieth Black Sheep Hash, was short in distance but long in descending / ascending. While I really like hashing up in the mountains it is not a conducive area for getting a good long run in.
The weekend did provide me with a renewed annual parking pass for Georgia State Parks which should get much use this year. Already planned is a trip to James H. (Sloppy) Floyd State Park in May. I am sure that I will be making at least one trip to Sweetwater Creek State Park and I’ll be taking a couple of last-minute camping trips to some of the state’s other facilities this year.
I have a lot of shots of pig preparation most of which would probably turn your stomach so I’ll be kind and not use these in future blogs. Ah, drinking and photography make for interesting results.
There are many days that I wish that I hadn’t bought a house with a yard; yesterday was another one of those. Unfortunately for me I was so whipped from the weekend’s festivities I didn’t get out to start Yard Cleanup 2008. It may be time for me to finally throw in the towel and hire someone to come out and do my yard work — I certainly have proven to myself that I don’t enjoy it.
If You Are Looking For Me Tonight
There is a good possibility that my arse shan’t be braving the elements in order to run. I’m over exercising in the nasty weather and I just might make tonight the night that I take care of the chores that I should have completed last night.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – meh, and like I am way behind on everything
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Postal Service — “Such Great Heights”
Website Of The Day – I plan to visit a handful of Georgia State Parks I’ve never seen before. Have any suggestions?
Exercise (b)Log – Saturday: hashing, 2.5 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 24 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 197 pounds (argh, time to stop this increase)
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 14 (14)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day