Well since no one has posted anything in a while, I will. I ran a trial run of the 1/2 marathon course Saturday morning and finished well under my times from the past four years. The real deal is on Valentines Day so I'll let you all know how it goes. I can't believe I will have done this 5 years in a row!!!
JCB is deep into his studying for the bar. He has about two more weeks of the review class, a week off, and then it's game time the last week of February.
Peanut is doing well too! She has recovered nicely from the stitches she had over Christmas. You can't even tell she had them at all. I figured up the other day that she is roughly 6 (or 42) years old! Wow!
Love you, Les
2010-01-31
2010-01-15
Mr. Walker Would be Proud
[for those who don't know, Mr. Walker was my old Scoutmaster...]
We had been getting by without running water since last Thursday. At about 10:30 last night, just as I was returning from showering at a neighbors, I noticed that the dishwasher was running and Andrea had a huge smile on her face. The pipe thawed while I was out, and only a few minutes prior to my return. Hallelujah!
Poking around in the crawlspace, I convinced myself that the freeze wasn't there, but was instead somewhere underground outside (I could tell by how the supply line left the crawlspace that it wasn't nearly as deep as it probably should have been). My master plan was to put a heater under the porch over where the water line was, cover it with a blanket, and see if that did the trick.
Well I never did get the heater, because I didn't really want Andrea to come home from her shower while I was in the crawlspace recovering the heater from where I had last left it. But in preparation for the heater, I did take my handy-dandy emergency space blanket, left-over from the Troop 51 days, and lay it down over where the pipe was (a space blanket is like a tarpaulin with a foil facing on one side).
It could have been a combination of many different factors, but in honor of Mr. Walker, we'll just say it was the space blanket.
We had been getting by without running water since last Thursday. At about 10:30 last night, just as I was returning from showering at a neighbors, I noticed that the dishwasher was running and Andrea had a huge smile on her face. The pipe thawed while I was out, and only a few minutes prior to my return. Hallelujah!
Poking around in the crawlspace, I convinced myself that the freeze wasn't there, but was instead somewhere underground outside (I could tell by how the supply line left the crawlspace that it wasn't nearly as deep as it probably should have been). My master plan was to put a heater under the porch over where the water line was, cover it with a blanket, and see if that did the trick.
Well I never did get the heater, because I didn't really want Andrea to come home from her shower while I was in the crawlspace recovering the heater from where I had last left it. But in preparation for the heater, I did take my handy-dandy emergency space blanket, left-over from the Troop 51 days, and lay it down over where the pipe was (a space blanket is like a tarpaulin with a foil facing on one side).
It could have been a combination of many different factors, but in honor of Mr. Walker, we'll just say it was the space blanket.
2010-01-07
The Disenfranchisement Starts Early
The weather man is already on Elias's bad list. The little-man's words to Mommy when he woke up this morning: "Its not snowing."
They were expecting accumulation of less than an inch, so no big loss. But to add insult to injury, though, as I was driving in this morning, the projections for today's precipitation has been revised downward from "one to three inches" to "a light dusting." Whoopee!
Conspiracy theory du jour: meteorologists (particularly in the south) are in collusion with bakers and dairies.
They were expecting accumulation of less than an inch, so no big loss. But to add insult to injury, though, as I was driving in this morning, the projections for today's precipitation has been revised downward from "one to three inches" to "a light dusting." Whoopee!
Conspiracy theory du jour: meteorologists (particularly in the south) are in collusion with bakers and dairies.
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