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September 2, 2011

O, Internet, where has this week gone?

I’ll tell you where it’s gone:
1. one giant time-consuming project due.
2. another giant time-consuming project elbowed in demanding a turnaround of less than a week
3. an unexpected crisis that took more time than both of those things put together.

All of this meant that I worked past midnight more than once this week. Not ideal to be sure. But I managed to get everything in by 5:00 NY time, which, as luck would have it, is only 4:00 at my house. I celebrated the early start to my long weekend by indulging in some competitive porch-sitting and guitar strumming. Mr. Spy went in the house and checked the seal on the door. I don’t think he much cares for the guitar. Or maybe it was just the Dewey-Cox-doing-Bob-Dylan impression I was doing as I fingered my way through Blowing in the Wind (the chorus of which has the same chord progression as the New Pornographers’ “Adventures in Solitude,” which I’ll record one of these days, if I can ever remember the words for the B section). But the deer grazing in my yard seemed to enjoy it. Or at least, they didn’t run away.

So, where was I?

I made it out of New York last Friday (has it really been a week already?) just before Hurricane Irene moved in. LaGuardia was a zoo on Friday afternoon. They shut down the stand-by list for my flight when it topped 50 (there were 3 empty seats available). I felt lucky to be ticketed. Our flight boarded on time and I felt lucky. But then we sat on the runway for 90 minutes. We also sat on the runway at O’Hare waiting for a gate, but not for quite as long. But I still managed to make it home in time for dinner.

Saturday we watched AJ’s team stomp their opponents, shutting them out in the first football game of the season. Afterwards we all came home and collapsed. Really. I have no idea what we did in the afternoon.

Sunday, though, we took a big family bike ride. The weather was perfect all weekend and while we felt like slackers for not painting the bathroom ceiling, it was totally worth it as you can see. We rode for about 11-12 miles down a local rails-to-trails bike path. It was the longest bike ride AJ had ever taken and he performed like a trouper (fueled by the promise of Dairy Queen at the halfway mark).

We stopped at a campground to look at the river.

And we stopped at a scenic overlook to look at the river some more.

AJ liked the flowers.

I liked the broken down old railroad bridge. Mr. Spy and AJ walked out on it, but when I slipped in my bike cleats climbed on, I headed for the shore. Next time I’m going back with sneakers.

AJ, who is obsessed with the weather, took pictures of clouds.

And I took a picture of a barn.

Chickens! Three of them were standing on the bike path and scuttled off into the weeds as we approached. We stopped so that AJ Spy, Cub Reporter, could stalk them.

As promised, Vern’s Taxidermy (and sporting goods)!

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. September 4, 2011 11:44 am

    The skies so blue, the trees so green! The growing year is loveliest in its leaving.

  2. September 4, 2011 7:48 pm

    What a great bike ride!

  3. September 4, 2011 11:30 pm

    Oh, Vern’s. I just know I would be in heaven there.

    And I hadn’t realized that re: Blowin’ in the Wind and Adventures in Solitude. Still one of my favorite songs, both melodically and lyrically. I think of it a lot these days, especially the bridge.

  4. freshhell permalink
    September 5, 2011 8:32 am

    I have been thinking of taking some sky pictures, too. I like AJ’s. I’ve kinda done nothing this weekend.

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