From what has been a colossally grievous & turd-filled week at work, to having a rather pleasant weekend - it's amazing what good friends, a clean apartment, a good book, and 48 hours of happy, non-work-related activities can accomplish for the psyche & soul.
Friday, I had someone very special over for dinner (and ultimately breakfast), and there was good food, good wine, and some rather pleasant fooling around.
Saturday, I had some other friends over for dinner, and there was even better food, good wine, and Bon, Stevie and I had double desserts, and we unleashed our inner geek by watching all the battle scenes of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Really loud.
This morning, I woke up early, strapped on the rollerblades, and went for a nice long-ish cruise through my neighborhood, then down to the seawall, skimming the concrete and gradually gaining speed while testing out the new hip. My strength is returning, and my natural inclination to take baby-steps to guard my new titanium prosthetic implant is starting to disappear, which is a good thing. Just before setting off, I was thinking to myself "What if I wipe out? What if I whistle up a slice of road-pizza? If I do splooge into a human skid-mark I have to remember to try and & fall to my left, or directly onto my face, (where there will be the least amount of damage, obviously)".
Well, that trepidation lasted all of about 4 seconds, and before I knew it, I was flying through the streets; I stopped at the Great Blue Heron Estuary in Stanley Park, and then I was beside the water, the beach was largely empty, with overcast skies and a light breeze I then sailed back through downtown towards home. Covered in sweat, my muscles quivering and aching, I smiled and patted myself on the hip for a job well done.
Below is the awesome new Discovery Channel commercial. Every once in a while, huge corporations get it right.
Friday, I had someone very special over for dinner (and ultimately breakfast), and there was good food, good wine, and some rather pleasant fooling around.
Saturday, I had some other friends over for dinner, and there was even better food, good wine, and Bon, Stevie and I had double desserts, and we unleashed our inner geek by watching all the battle scenes of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Really loud.
This morning, I woke up early, strapped on the rollerblades, and went for a nice long-ish cruise through my neighborhood, then down to the seawall, skimming the concrete and gradually gaining speed while testing out the new hip. My strength is returning, and my natural inclination to take baby-steps to guard my new titanium prosthetic implant is starting to disappear, which is a good thing. Just before setting off, I was thinking to myself "What if I wipe out? What if I whistle up a slice of road-pizza? If I do splooge into a human skid-mark I have to remember to try and & fall to my left, or directly onto my face, (where there will be the least amount of damage, obviously)".
Well, that trepidation lasted all of about 4 seconds, and before I knew it, I was flying through the streets; I stopped at the Great Blue Heron Estuary in Stanley Park, and then I was beside the water, the beach was largely empty, with overcast skies and a light breeze I then sailed back through downtown towards home. Covered in sweat, my muscles quivering and aching, I smiled and patted myself on the hip for a job well done.
Below is the awesome new Discovery Channel commercial. Every once in a while, huge corporations get it right.
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