Saturday: Attended the 48 Degrees North boater's Swap Meet at GasWorks (bought nothing...shocking), Breakfasted at The Varsity with Ralph-o-Matic who enlightened me on the nuances of "good tits and bad tits" (80 something years of experience makes this a long lecture), met Mrs. GVB to look at houses...
Sunday: Ran a nice 12 miler (9:44 overall, thank you), went back north with Mrs. GVB and the kids to look again at some houses, returned home owners of new Casa GVB somewhere north of here.
Sunday Afternoon: Made arrangements to sell the current Casa GVB.
Sunday Evening: Came to the realization that I am going to homeless for four months while they finish building our house. Wrote this blog.
So, nothing much.
What about you?
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me? Hmmmm...
helped man of the house sort through ten storage bins and several storage bags of clothing for seasonally transitional as well as parting with purposes.
wished shopping for a new casa was a serious possibility
rewrote two web pages lost somehow in transition from my work last week to webmaster
went to shared birthday dinner with man-of-the-house's family
worked at the local liquor store
added many item to list of stuff that needs to be done in the next ten days I won't really get done but will feel frustrated over
usual household chores and boring stuff.
thanks for asking.
so how does moving farther north solve the commute problem again?
Moving farther north solves the commuting problem for Mrs. GVB. It makes it worse for me. The sacrifices I make....
ahhhh... so you'll still be needing that helicopter....
Hey, I ate breakfast at the Varsity on Saturday too!
Hobo Omlette with two Buckwheat pancakes (mmm good!). Had quite a wait though, the kitchen was backed up. Apparently the good folks at Wild West Trucks have a Saturday morning breakfast meeting and like to order from the Varsity.
So there I am sitting at the counter, famished after running the 11.6 mile Preston Loop on Tiger Mountain, watching 20 take-out order boxes getting stacked in front of me, and, like nearly everyone else in the restaurant, hoping my food would arrive soon.
The waitstaff was, shall we say, in something of a prickly mood.
-R
RPD,
The waitstaff was prickly because they had just dealt with 5 hours of bargain hunting sailors dragging used anchors and outboard motors through their restaurant. You must have gotten there after we cleared out for the day. What a scene.
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