School Fundraiser: A day at the @Official_WEM Waterpark. Awesome fun, but very strange swimming with 700 people we kinda know…
A reloaded post is a short-and-sweet collection of the (sometimes-interlinked) randomness from my recent life, universe and everything else in between. They would be more detailed but they tend to be events lacking in either (a) details or (b) depth… or in the time to more fully record them. Enjoy.
A week ago as I write this I was about half-way through the Las Vegas Half Marathon course, bobbing along in a crowd of tens of thousands of people, off in an exciting city doing an exciting thing. I only mention it because now, a week later, I am sitting on my couch, cuddled up with the dog under a blanket, hiding from the epic-cold weather and recovering from a busy, busy weekend of pre-holiday frenzy.
Trimming the Tree
We usually get a tree for the holidays. And when we plan on being around home for the occasion (or close to it) we usually get a real tree. Claire has been on our case for weeks (no, really) about “when are we getting our tree?” Who can blame her, I guess. I mean, I was probably equally excited about the not-rapid-enough approach of the holidays back when I was five.
We drove over to the grocery store, quickly selected a frozen, bundled fir (because it was fraking cold outside) and stuffed it into the car. At home, I spent twenty minutes of finger-numbing frustration sawing a centimeter-thick sliver of trunk off the bottom… twenty minutes thanks to my dull saw, and brought the tree in the house to thaw.
After dinner we cranked up the holiday tunes and I let Claire go at it, her rummaging through the boxes of decorations and hanging them as she went.
Clean up on aisle one.
Holiday Movie Marathon
Four hours later we were busy watching “National Lampoons Christmas Vacation” when we heard a crash from downstairs. The tree had randomly tipped over, crashing to the floor, spilling it’s water, and crunching a few quasi-precious ornaments. Clean up on aisle one.
And we went back to the effort of working our way through the six or eight movies we re-watch every holiday season. It’s not the holidays if we don’t get through the likes of “It’s a Wonderful Life” or “The Grinch” after all.
Running in the Bitter Cold
I was up at seven on Sunday morning, checking out the temperature on my phone before my head had made a legitimate effort at departing the pillow. It was minus twenty three Celsius. And at eight-thirty I was scheduled to do a ten klick run with my buddies (who I hadn’t seen since returning from Vegas.)
I bundled. I wrapped. I shivered.
It was a solid run. Nothing too interesting, save for the fact that my summer running buddy who I hadn’t seen since the August half when he mysteriously vanished, has vowed his return. He’s also promised to relieve some of the solo-running tedium of my weeknight runs by joining me in the new year. We’ll see, but it will be nice to have company.
The other bad news: a big part of my crew has decided to up the ante again. At least five people are committing to a marathon next summer… and peer pressure doesn’t stop when you leave High School, apparently.
Warming up at the Waterpark
Last year for a gift, Karin’s brother gave us passes to the West Edmonton Mall waterpark. The intention was for him and his kin to join us. But we never got around to it, and we happened upon them last week.
Problem was, they expired next week. Crud!
So we said it was either now or never and went without them. We spent the afternoon in wave pool and the water slides. And best of all, escaped the freezing temperatures in a semi-tropical indoor oasis of watery fun.
But between the running and the pool… gah, I’m tired now.
Claire and I spent a few hours at West Edmonton Mall yesterday.
You’d think that was a bit of a cop-out — but the weather really sucked and we had a great time visiting the pet store, the art store (Claire got some colouring supplies), watching the sea lions, and enjoying some treats from T and T.
We also had a great little chat on the way over to the mall. It turns out when — as an adult — you really need to bounce an idea for a bit of writing off somebody, a sixteen month old child is a great candidate. She sat there listening attentively as I explained the plot of a story I’d been thinking about, smiling and watching me through the rear-view mirror. She didn’t have any suggestions for improvements, but you’d be amazed how useful talking it out with someone can be.
My little muse.
I was a little ill yesterday. I won’t go into the pathetic details, but it may have something to do with swallowing too much pool water at West Edmonton Mall, or eating all that KFC for lunch that same day. Long story short: my agony and inability to stand up yesterday morning — that same agony that prevented me from going to work — had pretty much faded to a dull rumbling and growing restlessness by mid-afternoon. As such, I decided to take myself out for some air, and drove down to visit our lot. Interestingly enough, someone had staked it, and dropped a small collection of building supplies — things like rebar and bucks (and of course there are more in the gallery) — at the edge of the road. In about four months, a pile of rebar and two-by-fours at the end of my driveway would be a bit of afternoon angst. However, since said driveway does not yet exist, and the supplies will in fact lead to its eventual creation, it was more of an exciting sight that anything. I predict by my next visit there may be even more progress — perhaps even a big hole.