Will is working the Santa Clara Art & Wine Festival with the SCFD, so I'm heading there to support him and see what they've got him doing. 90+ degree heat, so it's a bit warm...and he gets to spend it in a dark shirt, wool uniform pants, and black work boots.
But don't you just love a man in uniform? <grin>
Going to 104.9's "Big Show"...Flogging Molly, The Airborne Toxic Event, Jack's Mannequin, All-American Rejects, The Limousines, and other bands that I can't remember right now (doh). Should be a good show.
yay! weekend!
boo! grumbly pissy Stacey for no really good reason...
yay! thunder, grey skies, and rain...my favorites!
boo! Will's first flying lesson was scrubbed due to turbulence...
yay! Fun times in San Jose for Jon's birthday...yummy dinner, then a movie with the gang.
boo! No boo for this one...it was a good time, got to see folks again and meet some new ones, found some amazing and random stuff in common with his sister. Anti-boo!
yay! Will got to throw ladders and get more practice with SCBAs with the SCFD!
boo! he ended up with bruises, sore muscles, and an out-of-alignment back :^(
yay! Will got to go flying the next day!
boo! Stacey lost her grey skies and rain <grin>
yay! Mountain View Art & Wine Festival
boo! uhhh...no boo on that one, either. I really enjoyed being there with Will. Huzzah! A win!
yay! Stacey cranked and beat a work deadline by more than a day!
boo! it all starts over again, with nary a break...
yay! really good dental check-up!
boo! dentist chair = neck pain = headache and neck spasms = monster migraine [owee]
yay! ice pack, migraine meds, and dark room
boo! no interwebs whilst lying flat on your back, so later, gator...off I go
It is a sad world where the capable and the thorough are forced to amend their actions to accommodate the efforts of the less capable, the lesser trained, or the less industrious. However, it is our world, and we must live within its confines, until we are able to change those circumstances.
Maybe not full-on "crappy", but it was a bummer of a weekend. Will was on-call, and he got called. A lot. Every day of the three-day weekend, for hours at a time. Even when he'd addressed the issue at hand, he still needed to stay online and be available as others did their sides of things, so we were held hostage all weekend.
Managed to salvage some of it late Monday [after he'd been working from 8a past 2p]...grabbed some lunch, got some shopping done, did some wandering about. But it's just not the same the night before you head back to work as it is the first day of a three-day weekend... :^(
Oh well. Life goes on and all that crap. We have jobs, we have family [blood and chosen], we have each other, we have our health. Guess I shouldn't bitch too much, eh?
Will had to take his dog in for surgery this morning...he's having a tumor removed, poor little guy. :^(
Crossing our fingers that everything goes all right...
You gave me my first motorcycle ride...big bad-ass Hell's Angel, lifting his twelve year-old niece up onto his Harley, patiently making sure her helmet is on right before taking off.
It's a good memory.
