Friday, July 13, 2018

Carmen, biking, Maxi.

Jeremy is missing out on his free gelati today.  Carmen's has listed Doris, Vince and Jeremy in the past few months.  If they have Edda's name come up, I'll be amazed.

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Jeremy made it the 2nd hundred miles.  Now my boys are close together, but far from me.  Jeremy saw a mama bear and her cub this morning.

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I dropped Maxi off at Dennis's.  She was so excited to go. 

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Thursday, July 12, 2018

Biking to Goshen, salmon for ez dinner.

There he goes!  He's crazy.

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But in a good way (I guess.) 

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Had this lunch at noon.

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Made it to this luxurious motel room in Front Royal (which is 75 miles from home, but Jeremy did some extra looping to make it a 100 mile day).

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I explored simple dinners - I steamed frozen peas in its packaging for the first time.

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Baked some salmon in the toaster oven. 

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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Bike to Goshen.

Jeremy's ready to start his bike odyssey tomorrow.  He's located all the gas stations where he's planning on stopping at to buy snacks and they are spaced just so.  He's got chafing lotion partitioned in individual ketchup-like packets to dispense as necessary.

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He packed everything he needs for two days in this special baggie.  I'm suppose to follow in the van on Saturday morning.  But we still don't have the van back from the shop.  We are waiting for a new driver's seat. 

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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Van, scout meeting, Vince.

We took the van in for service today to look at: a whispering wheel, an unadjustable seat and a flappy air conditioner.  The whispering wheel turned out to be bad rear brakes/rotors.  We got that replaced.  The a/c is not a problem, it just sounds bad.  We left that alone.  The unadjustable seat (which is the driver's seat) is because the motor busted for the front/back movement of the seat and in order to replace the motor, we have to replace the entire seat.  The repair shop guy was like - you don't want to spend the $, it's not that important.  But I'm very short and I'm a nervous driver, so I like everything just so, so we asked him to replace the seat. And I need to drive six hours this weekend. I love a frugal repair guy.

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I went to the scout meeting tonight while Jeremy was giving testimony in support of the MoCo master bike plan.  The scouts need merit badge counselors, so I thought I'd sign up to do some.  The boys in the troop went to Goshen last week which is the camp that Vince is working at, but they chose to do a non-hiking program which is not where Vince spends his time.  But Vince had a chance to meet up with them to watch fireworks for the 4th of July.  The boys from the troop did not have a very good time, which is unfortunate, but one of the troop leaders pulled me aside tonight and said that Vince seemed very happy and well adjusted.

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Monday, July 9, 2018

Vince update, orienteering, oven, generous & kind.

I got a phone call from Vince today.  He's doing well and very happy.  We are planning on visiting him this weekend (his has Saturdays off from when the last campers leave until the next campers arrive).  He has been bouncing around two different outpost assignments during the week, the mountain biking one and the caving one.  He's enjoying the caving and wants to come home and boulder in the gym with me.  That would be fun.  The outposts are little stations that are connected by loops of hiking trails.  A troop spends the week hiking the trails and they get to a new outpost everyday where they do the activity and also set up sleeping tents for the night.  They start and end the week at the main Lenhoksin headquarters where there is a dining hall and air conditioned office/meeting space.  Vince has been in charge of the meals at the dining hall which he says is a lot of work.  He wants us to bring his violin (!).  He says everyone there plays their guitar and he wants to play something too.  He also wants us to drive the van in so we can bring his counselor friends to town where we will eat at Waffle House.  I've never been to Waffle House before, so I'm looking forward to that.  Inspired by nothing more than having weeks and weeks of extra vacation time and watching hours and hours of the Tour de France, Jeremy is taking off work at the end of the week to bike to Vince.  It's over 200 miles to the camp from here.  I'll follow in the air conditioned van on Saturday.  As I was confirming the trip with Vince to make sure that he was expecting us, I mentioned the extended bike ride and Vince said that his dad was insane.  Jeremy is insane, though I know it's only a temporary insanity brought about by the state of the world and the futile feeling of his efforts away from biking.

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Sunday late afternoon, Jeremy Edda and I went urban orienteering on the George Mason campus in Virginia.

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Jeremy wanted to come because they advertised an after-orienteering meeting at a restaurant that served craft beer and Chinese "xiaochi".  Jeremy's always wanted to open his own restaurant called Bao & Beer which would serve Chinese dumplings/buns and beer.

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I ran around the campus while Jeremy pushed Edda to find little flagged controls.  It was a beautiful day to be outside.

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Being middle aged and generally well compensated means that shopping has become dull for me.  I never really need anything because I usually already have it.  Do I ever reach into the closet for pants and don't find any?  No.  Do I have clothes for weddings, funerals, job interviews, graduations, Christmas parties, baby showers, BBQs, swim parties, girls night out, girls night in, sporting events and/or costume parties?  Yes.  I have all those clothes.  Even my hobbies, I generally have to wait for things to break to by the next thing (see recently purchased sewing machine).  I don't like collecting things, I don't need one of every color.  I'm still running in running shorts I bought before Vince was born and I was puttering around Town Lake in Austin, TX.  I'm patiently waiting for the elastic waistbands to give out on those, but they seem invincible.  Anyways, Jeremy has the same problem, but more kitchen focused.  As a poor grad student, he'd wander the Williams Sonoma dreaming about all the kitchen stuff he wanted, but couldn't afford.  Now we have all the kitchen things that he's ever wanted so he doesn't pay any attention to WS anymore.  Until the toaster oven broke this past week.  So he spent some time (when he wasn't watching the TdF) dreaming and ordering the next toaster oven.  He picked this one which is basically a true oven but just mini-sized.

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In which I roasted a turkey thigh in tonight.  I left it in too long because I'm of the age now where I can't look at a new fangled thing and instantly figure out what all the buttons mean and I couldn't get it to turn off at the right time and also I couldn't remember to check on it earlier because I was distracted doing something else.  Even though it looks burned, it tasted just fine.  Still juicy.  You gotta get the higher fat thigh meat.  It's more forgiving than the breast meat.

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Vickey and I are reading Chip's book for our two-person-book-club.  Of course, it's devastating.  Vickey is watching the Handmaid's Tale at the same time which I know is good, but I refuse to watch. Our crazy dystopian world, it'll take us a full generation to figure it out.  It's hard to be kind and generous when all the forces are pulling the other way.

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Saturday, July 7, 2018

Ant man, world of beer, quilting.

The tour is on!  Which means that Jeremy is watching it while I'm blogging.  It's a gorgeous weekend here in the DMV, we tried to take advantage of it.  I often try to put in a few hours of work on Sat, but not today.  Today was for a true, no work summer weekend.  Edda and I went to see Antman & the Wasp.  I have, for years, gotten emails about sensory sensitive showings of movies in Rockville Town Square (1 mile from the house) and paid zero attention to them, but I went this past winter to see Coco because I had heard such great reviews of Coco and now I love these sensory showings.  They are at a great time for us (10:30 am on Saturdays), they usually happen the day after opening day, they reduce the price to 6.50 a ticket and they keep the lights ever so slightly lit and the volume is quieter.  And because it's geared for special needs kids, I don't have to worry about Edda yelling the the middle of the movie because there are a lot of kids yelling.  Someone told me yesterday that there were two "shorts" at the end of the movie that we had to stay for - one mid-ending credits and one end-ending credits, so we hung around to watch those.  Edda had a better time than this photo indicated.  Even with the sound down, I still wanted to protect my ears and I had forgotten my foam ear plugs, so I had to make makeshift ones from the inner absorbent layer of one of Edda's extra (clean, unused) diapers. 

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Jeremy had gone on a long bike ride in the morning, but he finished as the same time as the movie let out, so we met at World of Beer to have lunch (tour on TV.  also world cup.  also wimbledon. lots of sports activities to keep track of. )

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My quilt came back from the quilters this week.  I need to do the edging.

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I got the new sewing machine threaded and worked on some quilt blocks.

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Thursday, July 5, 2018

Cupid's bow, N95, Pruitt.

Today was the kind of day where a neighbor texts you asking if Vince is around to help clean up a dead bird.  I guess I'm flattered that the first person they thought of was Vince?  It was a crazy, hot day - lots of running around, lots of weird logistics and frantic texting, but now it's bedtime and we are all doing A-OK. 

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I got acupuncture above my Cupid's bow for my hamstring injury.  huh?  I have no idea.  She told me to walk around for three minutes and it would realign my chi.  Of course.  That's why.

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I have my very own N95 mask.  Just in case.

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A nice text from Jeremy.  Though maybe out of the frying pan into the fire.

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