Weekend glossing

Well, the weekend was moderately exciting. Friday, after picking Yamaarashi-chan up from her mother's house and making sure that someone there actually saw us leave. We went home, where Omaha had a dinner ready, a macaroni & hamburger casserole which Yamaarashi-chan downed and Kouryou-chan just kinda picked at. Afterwards, we played a couple of rounds of Sequence, which is a really neat game and the girls seem to really prefer it. It's like grown-up games. Then Omaha dunked the girls into the bathtub after Yamaarashi-chan said she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a bath-- and she smelled like it too.

Saturday, I got up early and we had cereal and such for breakfast. It was such a beautiful day we shoo'd the kids out to the yard while Omaha and I proceeded to do lawn work: alkalai'ing the front yard and then getting up onto the roof to scrub out some of the moss that's up there. I need a better wire brush, though. It's funny-- I used to be terribly afraid of heights, but I'm not anymore.

Then I wandered up to the Aurora district to see shemayazi and we watched Hellboy together. Catholics vs. Cthulu! Bang! Bam! Mindless eye candy. Obvious telegraphing of the plot. Big, beautiful manflesh. Hmmm.... Go see it if you like that kind of thing. It is that kind of thing. It was nice to see Shemayazi, too; she's looking wonderful.

I got home just in time to head over to ivolucien's place and his housewarming. I didn't really have that much fun; it was crowed, noisy, I didn't know very many people, and the place was, um, stuffy. Still, it was nice to see Ivo himself doing so well.

Sunday, breakfast was waffles, and they were pretty darned good. Then more of the housework: mowing, raking, keeping the kids out of trouble. Omaha did the monthly supply run while I took the kids to a nearby park, showed the cherry trees and ducks on the pond. We caught up with Omaha and went to the grocery store, where the kids were good while we gathered produce but became unruly running about the aisles.

I took Yamaarashi-chan home even though she didn't really want to leave quite yet; she made every effort to not get in the car. Afterwards, I returned home where we had pizza, played more board games. Omaha gave Kouryou-chan another bath because she'd gotten so dirty playing outside with Yamaarashi-chan and some of the kids next door while I mopped the kitchen and dining room floors and went to bed.

Organ-donors

Saturday, while I was driving around I saw quite a number of motorcycles out on the roads. That makes a lot of sense as it was the first nice weekend of the year. There were the different groups: the gang on black and chrome Harleys and choppers with their leathers and their too-thin windburned girlfriends, the fleet of old folks on their butterscotch Honda Goldwings, and then there were the young turks on their Kawasaki rockets all in primary colors and white farings and big, fat highway tires.

It was on the long, gentle uphill stretch of Highway 509 that about a dozen of the last came roaring by, going the other way. They looked impressive; with a few hundred feet of electroluminescent cord at night they would have looked like theyd just stepped out of Tron's world and into our own.

And, at the back of the pack there were two guys I could only describe as organ-donors; they had their front wheels high in the air and for at least a hundred yards rode that way, standing on some strut themselves, one hand on gas, the other flying free. Are they insane? Are they just stupid? I mean, who are they trying to impress, anyway?