Had a good time outside.
The house and shamu.
The house and shamu.
Weather
SNOW DAY! Haven’t had one in years.
The perfect storm. Moisture from the south, cold from the north, weather from the west. We’re getting buried.
The perfect storm. Moisture from the south, cold from the north, weather from the west. We’re getting buried.
Weather
This is good. For the last two weeks, we’ve had warm wonderful spring weather. We’ve worked in the yard. We’ve had our windows open, the birdbath de-icer unplugged, and the dripper on.
Now they’re flashing a winter storm warning across the bottom of the screen. That weather all along the west coast is working its way our way. They’re predicting over half a foot of snow for the front range so far.
Bring it on. Dump a ton in the mountains, and give us some here too.
And poor Bill, stuck in the desert sun.
Now they’re flashing a winter storm warning across the bottom of the screen. That weather all along the west coast is working its way our way. They’re predicting over half a foot of snow for the front range so far.
Bring it on. Dump a ton in the mountains, and give us some here too.
And poor Bill, stuck in the desert sun.
Rball
Well, I’ve suffered a racquetball setback. I’m on injured reserve.
Got hit in the foot with a racquet. A straight shot right across the big toe. Jammed it. Split the toenail. Turned the whole thing purple. I can still walk, but not very well.
You try to be careful how you play and who you play. There is a lot of trust involved, playing this hard in a confined space. There has to be an understanding that safety is more important than points. Getting hit with a ball is no big deal. It hurts, but it is not disabling. Getting hit with a racquet is something else. If someone is at risk, you don’t take the shot. You hold up, call a hinder, the other player thanks you and gladly replays the point.
I try to be careful who I play with or against. It is just not worth getting in there with a wild man.
This time, however, I didn’t have the option of playing or not playing. I was the only one in the room. I was alone, practicing.
Maybe I won’t try that shot in competition.
Got hit in the foot with a racquet. A straight shot right across the big toe. Jammed it. Split the toenail. Turned the whole thing purple. I can still walk, but not very well.
You try to be careful how you play and who you play. There is a lot of trust involved, playing this hard in a confined space. There has to be an understanding that safety is more important than points. Getting hit with a ball is no big deal. It hurts, but it is not disabling. Getting hit with a racquet is something else. If someone is at risk, you don’t take the shot. You hold up, call a hinder, the other player thanks you and gladly replays the point.
I try to be careful who I play with or against. It is just not worth getting in there with a wild man.
This time, however, I didn’t have the option of playing or not playing. I was the only one in the room. I was alone, practicing.
Maybe I won’t try that shot in competition.
Office toys
Have I mentioned the blimp? The blimp Brian has? It’s an indoor toy. It’s a large helium-filled balloon, neutrally buoyant, with propellers mounted on it. Two for horizontal mobility and directional control. One for vertical. They are all reversible, and all controlled by remote control. For flying technique, you fire the fans in bursts. Once you get it going the direction you want, it just continues on its own momentum for awhile. Come to think of it, even if it’s not going the direction you want, it does the same thing.
I was working at a client with Ken and Stephanie. I was describing the blimp therapy program I was considering putting into place in our office: we have a blimp like Brian’s gassed up and ready to go. Anytime someone is feeling particularly stressed, they can grab the blimp controls and fly it around the office for awhile. Then they’ll go back to work, feeling much better.
Stephanie raised the conversation to an entirely different level when she suggested we could fly the blimp through the offices with inspirational messages attached to it. You know, the poster with the cat holding on with just his fingernails with the caption “hang in there baby”. That sort of thing.My suggestion of “work harder. work faster” was immediately rejected.Maybe we should just attach a web camera to it so I could fly it through the offices and watch everyone work right from my own desk. That wouldn’t be too offensive would it?
I was working at a client with Ken and Stephanie. I was describing the blimp therapy program I was considering putting into place in our office: we have a blimp like Brian’s gassed up and ready to go. Anytime someone is feeling particularly stressed, they can grab the blimp controls and fly it around the office for awhile. Then they’ll go back to work, feeling much better.
Stephanie raised the conversation to an entirely different level when she suggested we could fly the blimp through the offices with inspirational messages attached to it. You know, the poster with the cat holding on with just his fingernails with the caption “hang in there baby”. That sort of thing.My suggestion of “work harder. work faster” was immediately rejected.Maybe we should just attach a web camera to it so I could fly it through the offices and watch everyone work right from my own desk. That wouldn’t be too offensive would it?