A PreWeek Entry
We had a team building, group outing at work yesterday. Lunch and then bowling. Bowling is so much more fun when the majority of participants lack bowling skills.
I opted out of the bowling, my shoulder was actually aching just watching people lift 7-12 pound weights behind their backs. "Rotator cuff" and "behind your back" do not coexist in the same sentence without the addition of the word "ouch". I provide moral support and snide comments, both of which were made easier by the low skills being displayed. I freely admitted that I would have been one of the worst bowlers, perhaps THE worst, if I had been able to bowl. My comments were from a position of observance, not a position of superiority.
Then I went home and had a nap. Probably the best part of the whole day.
Mrs. Ender and I have been invited to watch the first game of the World Series, costarring her St. Louis Cardinals, from the club level of Nationals Stadium. We are seriously considering purchasing partial season tickets for the Nationals next season and this gives us a chance to check out some of the seat locations we might choose from, eat free stadium food and watch a baseball game. Can’t argue with that.
I have my first meeting of the [my alma mater] Foundation board of directors on Friday. We’ll drive up on Thursday night so we don’t have to leave at the crack of dawn on Friday. It’s a two hour drive that I’d rather not make right before an all day meeting. We can relax for most of the next day (Sat.), although I’ll probably put in an appearance at the President’s box for the homecoming football game. Just long enough to be seen and then I can slip out and return to relax mode with the Mrs. On Saturday night we have the Donor’s Gala Dinner with dancing afterward. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy the dinner, but I’m not so sure about the dancing. First, I’m no dancer and second, see the first reason.
Something woke me up around 4am this morning, and I just couldn’t get back to sleep. I finally decided that it was a watch that I’d put on my night table. It was very quietely tick, tick, ticking, but I think my brain was super focused on that out-of-place noise and it kept me awake. The tell tale watch, tick, tick, tick, TICK!
No baby news to report. Step-daughter isn’t due to delivery until late next week, but the number of phone calls to her mother have picked up considerably. These are normal, run of the mill calls, but the increased number is an alert to me that things are getting close, with "things" being the new grandchild. It figures, we are scheduled to be out of town from Thursday night through Sunday morning. Anyone want to lay odds on the baby arriving during that time period? Isn’t that when babies arrive, at the most inopportune moment?
Other than that, I’ve got nothing to write.
Ender is out.