Weekends With Wendor
Nov. 10th, 2003 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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wendor came up from Las Vegas to recover from stresses that are his to discuss. He came over after dinner, so omahas made a very lovely pork and root vegetable stew which, despite its inherent sweetness, Kouryou-chan did not like. We tried everything, but eventually she just decided she didn't want to eat it. Wendor showed up after Kouryou-chan and I had gone to bed.
Saturday, I arose and ran around town for most of the day, collecting the essential ingredients both for Kouryou-chan's upcoming birthday and for dinner that evening. Ultimately, my quest was for naught; I was unaware that tenderloin was $17 a pound retail, and decided ultimately that, for that much money, someone else should cook dinner. We went to eat. It was nice to drive around for a while; normally, I loathe driving, but this wasn't rush-hour traffic, I had no real deadlines, and the car had recently been tuned up and was quite nice to drive, for a station wagon.
Sunday was some of the same. This time, Omaha and Wendor went out to do a little shopping while Kouryou-chan and I stayed home. We played on a really complicated puzzle until she got bored, then watched some television and just kinda fumped around. During the commercials I swapped panels on my scanner; I've been digitizing most of my furry art collection into a more stable and portable format than paper. Lunch was tuna fish sandwiches; I tried to teach Kouryou-chan how to use the can-opener, but it took more muscle power than she has to turn it. We saw Wendor off then sat down to leftovers. Omaha wasn't feeling good so I took up the chores of changing the bedsheets and mopping the dining room and living room floors.
At one point while I was fiddling with my computer, I heard Kouryou-chan start screaming in a panicked voice from upstairs. She had reached over a chair arm to pick up a stuffed animal and had managed to wedge herself between the chair and the wall, without enough room to move her arms and lift herself out. I read to her (we found our copy of Fluff The Bunny! Yay!) and she was pretty good about going to bed.
This morning, I awoke around 5:20 and debated with myself, hard, about going to the pool. Eventually I did manage to get down there and, happily, drove myself through to 800 meters, most of it quite serious 50m/crawl, 50m/breastroke pairs until my arms hurt and my legs ached. I need to find a way to strengthen my abdominals, though; they don't seem to be doing much work in the pool and I'm not getting the plank right, or it's not working, or something. Only a little dizzy this morning, no nausea at all.
Right now, though, I'm wondering where in the Hell my morning went. Maybe it's the decaf.
wendor came up from Las Vegas to recover from stresses that are his to discuss. He came over after dinner, so omahas made a very lovely pork and root vegetable stew which, despite its inherent sweetness, Kouryou-chan did not like. We tried everything, but eventually she just decided she didn't want to eat it. Wendor showed up after Kouryou-chan and I had gone to bed.Saturday, I arose and ran around town for most of the day, collecting the essential ingredients both for Kouryou-chan's upcoming birthday and for dinner that evening. Ultimately, my quest was for naught; I was unaware that tenderloin was $17 a pound retail, and decided ultimately that, for that much money, someone else should cook dinner. We went to eat. It was nice to drive around for a while; normally, I loathe driving, but this wasn't rush-hour traffic, I had no real deadlines, and the car had recently been tuned up and was quite nice to drive, for a station wagon.
Sunday was some of the same. This time, Omaha and Wendor went out to do a little shopping while Kouryou-chan and I stayed home. We played on a really complicated puzzle until she got bored, then watched some television and just kinda fumped around. During the commercials I swapped panels on my scanner; I've been digitizing most of my furry art collection into a more stable and portable format than paper. Lunch was tuna fish sandwiches; I tried to teach Kouryou-chan how to use the can-opener, but it took more muscle power than she has to turn it. We saw Wendor off then sat down to leftovers. Omaha wasn't feeling good so I took up the chores of changing the bedsheets and mopping the dining room and living room floors.
At one point while I was fiddling with my computer, I heard Kouryou-chan start screaming in a panicked voice from upstairs. She had reached over a chair arm to pick up a stuffed animal and had managed to wedge herself between the chair and the wall, without enough room to move her arms and lift herself out. I read to her (we found our copy of Fluff The Bunny! Yay!) and she was pretty good about going to bed.
This morning, I awoke around 5:20 and debated with myself, hard, about going to the pool. Eventually I did manage to get down there and, happily, drove myself through to 800 meters, most of it quite serious 50m/crawl, 50m/breastroke pairs until my arms hurt and my legs ached. I need to find a way to strengthen my abdominals, though; they don't seem to be doing much work in the pool and I'm not getting the plank right, or it's not working, or something. Only a little dizzy this morning, no nausea at all.
Right now, though, I'm wondering where in the Hell my morning went. Maybe it's the decaf.
