The weekend was blazingly hot for Seattle, up in the 90's.
The car show Saturday was just hot hot hot, and we got there early enough
to sign up and get in and park in nice places and find some shade for
Fezzik.
The show itself was like the usual British car show, mostly sitting around
and talking with people, wandering about to see all the pretty cars, and
then sit down in the shade, eat some stuff and talk some more with the club
folks. Eventually getting to the awards and then folks wandering off to
BBQ's and other stuff. It was hot, lazy and comfortable and somewhat fun.
I was completely socialized out, though, from the last several weeks, so it
was something of a relief to have driven to Bellevue Community College in
two Landies, so I could just go home when John and Fezzik went to the BBQ
and they could socialize a lot. John's definitely the extrovert of the
family and Fezzik's pretty darned closed to him. I just went home, had
some eggplant sauce from Trader Joes on spagetti, took a cool shower,
and went to sleep soon
after. Tired and too hot.
It's very, very nice to have a marriage where the two of us aren't joined
at the hip. So that if one wishes to do something or go somewhere, they
aren't limited solely by what the other wishes to do. Yeah... to the full
extent of even my flying all the way down to the Bay Area on a regular
basis and enjoying my gaming there.
Sunday was church and then skipping the church picnic in favor of going
home, tackling Fezzik and washing him, and clipping his belly until he was
completely bare there. He really needed the cooling mechanism, and was
very content to just lie on his back while John and I went at his belly and
the mats there with scissors. He wasn't nearly as calm about our using
brushes on him, so we may just have to use scissors on more of him than
we'd like. Afterwards, he was really happy to just lie around and watch
us.
BBQ'ing in our back yard, eating sweet corn and watching a little
baseball. John then painted part of the house while I tried doing some
calligraphy after doing arm/hand exercises and I found that my right hand
was just shaking.
There are times, still, when I think that my arms/wrists/hands will never
get better again. And then there are times when I realize that that black
and white a picture will never quite work. Today is likely my last physical
therapy session and we'll see how far I've actually managed to get.
All together a simple weekend.
My brain is going completely nuts trying to get everything done for work
that has to be done. But it seems to be a common ailment of all engineers
that seem to be any good at what they do. Nearly all of us seem to be
massively overworked.
Which bodes well for a job market, but bodes badly for any hope of a
non-stressful life. I guess I would rather be super busy than bored,
though.
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