The HOG meeting was filled with activities. Rides are starting to come together and there's more to do than we all have time for. I love when we can pick and choose where we want to go. What I don't understand is why it's so difficult for some people to do things in advance. Maybe it's just me, but I want to be able to pencil in the fun things as far in advance as possible. So these Chapter events drive me crazy. I have to wait for the newsletter to find out what's going on so I can post it to the web. And lately I feel like I'm becoming more like them. I usually have trips planned way in advance and I have none for this year yet. I need some motivation and I have none.
Working on the HOG web is fun but sometimes frustrating. I love the creativity that goes along with it, but I'm frustrated because I don't have enough spare time to make it what it really could be. I want to add more buttons, links, and make the pages better but it requires lots of time. After working all day on a computer I find myself fizzling out quickly when I turn my computer on at home. Maybe I need to take a day off and just do the HOG web.
There is a board member that makes these really cute flyers for the web. The problem is that they are graphic intensive so they take forever to load even on my high powered machine. Plus he gives me the files in PDF format so they are not editable. And he has plenty of grammatical and spelling issues that need correcting. He is proud of his work and that is really cool but sometimes I cringe because I have to post his documents as they are. Being a QA person, I have this irrational fear that the work will be thought of as a reflection on me. Hopefully the reflection will be one of acceptance and approval not of criticizm.
There is a board member that makes these really cute flyers for the web. The problem is that they are graphic intensive so they take forever to load even on my high powered machine. Plus he gives me the files in PDF format so they are not editable. And he has plenty of grammatical and spelling issues that need correcting. He is proud of his work and that is really cool but sometimes I cringe because I have to post his documents as they are. Being a QA person, I have this irrational fear that the work will be thought of as a reflection on me. Hopefully the reflection will be one of acceptance and approval not of criticizm.
After a gorgeous weekend, here we are with a cold and rainy day. But that's OK. I have to work anyway so I really don't care.
The weekend was filled with many activities. Jeff pouted Saturday morning as I started to wash the windows and throw the curtains into the wash machine. It was a perfect opportunity to remove the windows and clean them allowing the fresh warm breeze through the house and hang the curtains outside to dry in the spring air. But he was a sport and scrubbed the floors while I did the windows. During the process I wiped down all the furniture and rearranged the living room. So the first floor spring cleaning is now done, too bad there's a whole other floors to do. I won't remind Jeff, I hate to see him pout.
His day brightened when we got on the motorcycle. We took the long way to Johnson Creek. I like to buy my pantyhose at the Hanes, Leggs, Bali store so I purchased my standard 6-month supply. One trip to the outlet mall every spring and fall is more than enough for me. So Jeff got his long ride in and it served a purpose.
Sunday was spent weeding the gardening, cutting the grass, and removing the winter cover from the pool. It was a good start on getting ready for summer. I thought for sure Jeff would want to go for a ride so I suggested a stop at Trader Joe's but by the afternoon we were all too tired to go anywhere. The fresh air really knocked us out.
So it's back to bleak for the workweek and I think that makes going to work easier. If it were nice out I would rather stay home.
The weekend was filled with many activities. Jeff pouted Saturday morning as I started to wash the windows and throw the curtains into the wash machine. It was a perfect opportunity to remove the windows and clean them allowing the fresh warm breeze through the house and hang the curtains outside to dry in the spring air. But he was a sport and scrubbed the floors while I did the windows. During the process I wiped down all the furniture and rearranged the living room. So the first floor spring cleaning is now done, too bad there's a whole other floors to do. I won't remind Jeff, I hate to see him pout.
His day brightened when we got on the motorcycle. We took the long way to Johnson Creek. I like to buy my pantyhose at the Hanes, Leggs, Bali store so I purchased my standard 6-month supply. One trip to the outlet mall every spring and fall is more than enough for me. So Jeff got his long ride in and it served a purpose.
Sunday was spent weeding the gardening, cutting the grass, and removing the winter cover from the pool. It was a good start on getting ready for summer. I thought for sure Jeff would want to go for a ride so I suggested a stop at Trader Joe's but by the afternoon we were all too tired to go anywhere. The fresh air really knocked us out.
So it's back to bleak for the workweek and I think that makes going to work easier. If it were nice out I would rather stay home.
I woke up with a belly ache that wouldn't go away. I went through my usual routine, getting my gym clothes on, making the bed, brushing my teeth all the while thinking that if I keep moving I will be able to work things out. I wasn't sure it would be a good idea to get on a treadmill and run feeling this bad but I don't make excuses so I was going to run no matter what. Just as I was ready to head out the door, I knew I would feel better. I ran to the bathroom and while in there, I was staring at the magazine basket across from me.
I was thinking about the magazines in the basket and about how many years have gone by with that basket being there. As I perused the Diabetes Forecasts, the AARP issues, the HOGtales, and the Runner's Worlds I was thinking about how the types of magazines have changed over the years. It was like a part of family history. 20 years ago that basket had Parents magazine, Family Circle, and Woodworkers issues. As the years went by those were replaced with Country craft and quilting magazines as well as Umpire and Referee magazines.
As the times change and our lives change I find it kind of funny how some of our life can be defined within the contents of that magazine rack.
I was thinking about the magazines in the basket and about how many years have gone by with that basket being there. As I perused the Diabetes Forecasts, the AARP issues, the HOGtales, and the Runner's Worlds I was thinking about how the types of magazines have changed over the years. It was like a part of family history. 20 years ago that basket had Parents magazine, Family Circle, and Woodworkers issues. As the years went by those were replaced with Country craft and quilting magazines as well as Umpire and Referee magazines.
As the times change and our lives change I find it kind of funny how some of our life can be defined within the contents of that magazine rack.
We had to go to yet another funeral today. All day I tried to think up a reason not to go, but I knew there was no getting out of it. This time it was the funeral for a friend's father. It was somewhat a celebration of long life, considering he was 89, but the family understandibly can't see it that way. Maybe thinking that way comes from the experience with Jeff's boss dying at 48 last week.
So the funeral was actually a nice opportunity to see the friends that we spent so much time with years ago. But as things go, our lives taking care of our kids and involving ourselves in their lives took our time away from friends. This felt a little like a reunion. We did promise each other that we would get together this summer and I really will try to make that happen.
Between Jeff and I, this was our 5th funeral this year. Three months completed in the year and five funerals. It's too much. Hopefully that's it for the year.
So the funeral was actually a nice opportunity to see the friends that we spent so much time with years ago. But as things go, our lives taking care of our kids and involving ourselves in their lives took our time away from friends. This felt a little like a reunion. We did promise each other that we would get together this summer and I really will try to make that happen.
Between Jeff and I, this was our 5th funeral this year. Three months completed in the year and five funerals. It's too much. Hopefully that's it for the year.
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