Home Again

Feb. 22nd, 2009 06:06 pm
etumukutenyak: (skull with nails)
We went on a ski trip with the Scout Troop, so we have spent the weekend dealing with high levels of testosterone and a long drive. We left Friday afternoon, once Sonny was released from his education edifice, and the dogs had been deposited in the canine kenneling location. Despite our use of the HOV lanes, we still had buckets of traffic to wade through as we got north, and then we had a lengthy trip west to the resort. By the time we got near, it was dark enough that we couldn't appreciate the scenery. Somehow we parked, found our way to the contact person, and received our "chalet" key card, meal tickets, and other tickets. We had eaten on the way, so we weren't hungry, and we wandered the halls of the resort for a while. Eventually the rest of the group collected, the kids settled in to watch tv, and the grownups took the chance for an evening "out" at one of the lounges. Two pitchers of beer later, we all agreed that it was bedtime, and away we went.

Bright and early the next morning, everyone was up and ready to go. Breakfast needed eating, skis needed renting, and the slopes needed skiing. The younger scouts needed some training first, and Honey sat in on the class with them, as she hasn't been on the slopes in about a year or so. Unfortunately for her, she let herself become a "buddy" for one of the new scouts, who had never skiied before, and they ended up on a trail ski that was slightly above his ability to ski. He was apparently petrified by any semblance of speed, and consequently it took them 2 hours to get down the mountain. By the time they got to the bottom, her feet were hurting (a mix of bunched socks and slightly too-tight ski boots), so she was Done for the day. By that time, it was nearly dinner, so we took a short break, had a quick nap, met for dinner, collect our tubing tickets, and wandered until it was time to go snowtubing.

This was not quite as much fun as I would have expected, but it wasn't bad. Everyone kept moving along efficiently, and the "magic carpet" made the climb back to the top a lot less tiresome. I went down the slides 4 times, and then was done; Honey managed another run before she stopped. Sonny had not dressed appropriately for the cold (no hat, no gloves, no snow pants) and gave up before either of us, although he wouldn't admit it.

By the time we were done with tubing it was nearly 10 pm, so we turned in for the night. Yes, we're old farts who need to be in bed at a decent hour.

In the early AM, we packed the car, ate breakfast at the buffet again, and headed out. Overnight it had actually snowed, so there was a nice fluffy layer of 2 inches on top of everything, and it was still snowing occasionally. We drove down the mountain through snow, without the benefit of windshield washer fluid, because Honey's car seems to be designed to let the fluid lines freeze up. It takes hours for the lines to defrost, so I had to manage the drive by letting cars or trucks pass us for a quick spray and then turn off the wipers to prevent huge amounts of smearing. Finally, way down the elevation and hours away, we got our spray back and I could see again.

It was a nice drive through rural Pennsylvania -- farm country, with some developments -- and semi-rural Maryland. Old farmhouses, working dairy farms, sod farms, some cows, corn stubbled-fields, and the occasional raptorial bird flying lazy circles over the area.

We got home around noonish, quickly freshened up for our little neighborly gathering -- Sonny stayed home and cleaned up his room a bit -- and then got the dogs liberated from the kennel. They were very bouncy, clean and happy; they'd just been fed, so we got them home and Sonny took them to the playground for a little activity.

Now we're waiting for the Chinese food delivery, after which we shall partake of General Tso's Chicken, steamed dumplings, vegetable lo mein and steamed rice. The cats have been fed their gooshy fud; the boy is studying Spanish, the Honey is working on her exam -- she gets to make them now -- and I should be reviewing a document for work.
etumukutenyak: (skull with nails)
A fairly quiet weekend so far. Saturday AM we all got up early to take the Son over to the church for the meetup and transport to the bus for his scout camp. After they left, we had a leisurely breakfast at the diner, then rolled home for Honey to work on her project that's due this week. I cleaned up a bit in the family room, discovering a parking sticker update for Honey's car (so nice to know that security is On The Ball, too), and some gift cards from Son's birthday a while back.

We fed the animals their gooshy dinners, and walked over to the Mexican-Salvadorean restaurant for dinner. That allows both of us to get a drink, so I had a glass of sangria - they make a very good version of it. I'm still thinking fondly of what I had for dinner: camarones a la crema, which was delicious. Shrimp, spinach, mushrooms in a cream sauce with rice and broccoli. We may have to go there again this week. ;-)

This AM, Honey got up early and took care of the feedings before going to church, so I just had to walk the dogs. I waited until the Tour was making the descent from Col de la Peyresourde and took them out for a short walk. It's hot enough to keep our walks short now.

The Tour broke wide open today, with the maillot jaune standings all upset (except for Kim Kirchen of Team Columbia/High Road); poor Sebastien Lang didn't get the stage after all that work by himself over the Peyresourde -- the Cobra struck on the Col d'Aspin and stole the stage as well. At least Lang took home the combativity award today. Lokvist lost so much time that he fell completely out of the top ten in the Best Young Rider -- he's a sprinter, not a climber.

Ah, this Tour is going to be fun and exciting. Only one person sent out so far for suspect blood results, unlike last year. Much more fun than MLB, anytime. ;-)

Lately Kedgie has been reclining close enough to Buzz that he can sniff her toes or her tail, and she's been comfortable enough to walk past him or sniff him as she steps around him -- this does not translate to allowing him the luxury of jumping onto the bed without getting in her face, which leads to instantaneous attack mode. Last night, though, with the dogs milling about after coming inside, and the two of them trapped in close proximity, she slapped at him and he raised his paw.

He rarely raises his paw, so he must have been feeling put-upon. They both backed off and I got the dogs out of there to give everyone some space.

BT is in the basement, and every so often she starts hollering loudly -- we can hear her very well on this side of the house. She never did that before, but earlier this year she started, which is why we moved them from the sun room downstairs in a hurry. We'd planned to put them into the basement to get them out of a hot room, but had to do it faster when she started with this behavior. I suspect that -- at nearly 15 -- she's showing signs of cognitive dysfunction syndrome. If she gets any kind of illness, I can only euthanize her, as she's not handle-able and would get immensely stressed out by any sort of treatment/handling. Even giving her once daily antibiotic injections (a few years ago) were not appreciated.

Oh, well. Storms coming in from the west, so the dogs must be walked ASAP and we've got new leashes for them today.


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