A 3 Day Weekend Gone
Monday morning and back at work. We had Friday off as a company summer holiday–which was very nice.
Took Robbie to see Fahrenheit 9/11 on Friday. He prefers Bowling for Columbine but he was riveted regardless. And frankly, any 16 year old who wants to open his eyes to the political realities of our country should be encouraged.
Rather thank work on the original fantasy outline, as I had hoped, wound up shopping for a new dishwasher with Deb on Saturday (which also entailed lots of other stops because, you know, once you’re at the mall…) and then on Sunday spent the day moving my brother-in-law Jim into his new home. Robbie and I were joined by other members of the family so the work got done but it took all day rather than the two hours Jim had expected. We actually spent more time emptying the house than moving from home to home. It was a wonderfully bright, hot, steamy day for such physical activity but it got done and wasn’t too onerous.
And look, the Mets got swept, are 9 games back and suddenly those blockbuster moves on Friday don’t look so smart.
On the other hand, the Final Frontiersmen are .5 points out of first place so I have little to complain about.