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Up on the Roof....
May. 6th, 2019 05:41 pmOther than the Avengers review, I never posted anything about the past week in this life. It went fast- for several minutes, real fast. Yesterday's workout encouraged us to set a PR- personal record- for fastest 30 seconds on a treadmill. When I started, I could barely break 4 mph for any length of time; I've upped the default pace to just below 5, and yesterday, I built the sprints from my typical 6.5 mph to just short of 7.5. Here we is:
It was my first time in there all week. Only one court appearance in town- a traffic case for a client, and my own appearance to get Pepper off her Leash Law charge, where she didn't even get a warning from the judge- but lots of new business coming in and one fairly intense out-of-town day with a frustrating court appearance and running around throughout. I did arrange to get a charging station installed at my Rochester office for when I drive Alanis there- when she's fully charged, she's cranking close to 100 mpg even after the resulting 27 miles of "free" driving passes by.
I continued the Marvel binge at night- almost done with the Ed Norton Hulk- and we just started a new Netflix dramady called Dead to Me- no relation to the George and Rube of the icon, but a take mostly about those left behind among the living. Christina Applegate and Linda Cardellini are in the leads, and they're incredibly fun with the impeccable writing.
And then we went out.
To another art opening, this one featuring several works and poems by our friend Wendy. The theme was "The Art of Words," pairing each piece with a poem. She displayed several in both categories, including this one, incorporating the poetry of a writer named George Grace:
It's basically an Ode to a Fallen Ladder, from the perspective of the guy falling off it. (There was hope of turning the entire exhibit into a book, which I would totally buy, but their proposed printer greedied it up at the last minute; I'm exploring options with people I know.) This took on even greater relevance yesterday, when I was the one up a ladder, albeit a short steppy one. Eleanor's greenhouse took a beating this winter, much of the roofing blowing off during one of the worst windstorms, and she'd spent most of the show day clearing out the contents and then turned Sunday to getting the plastic roofing off. The befores and afters:
My mission was removing the screws seen above the higher orange wrapping cord, and the relatively few a couple of feet above them; Eleanor worked from the inside on a higher ladder to get the screws out closer to the roof peak. Despite the imagery of the day before, we both wound up sore, but neither wound up injured:)
Adding to all this was the company we discovered:
Because OF COURSE a mama robin decided to build a nest in the rafters just below where we were working. We reached a quick and acceptable peace with her, and no eggs (hers) or faces (ours) were harmed during the construction project. Now we wait for the new roofing to arrive. Meanwhile, our neighbors are replacing an ancient wooden picket fence which Pepper has breached any number of times, so things are plenty busy back there.
Today was busy enough, crying infant and all at the end, and now two straight trips to the 585. Tomorrow for court, Wednesday for a duel in the Room Where It Finally Happens Barring an Asteroid Strike.
It was my first time in there all week. Only one court appearance in town- a traffic case for a client, and my own appearance to get Pepper off her Leash Law charge, where she didn't even get a warning from the judge- but lots of new business coming in and one fairly intense out-of-town day with a frustrating court appearance and running around throughout. I did arrange to get a charging station installed at my Rochester office for when I drive Alanis there- when she's fully charged, she's cranking close to 100 mpg even after the resulting 27 miles of "free" driving passes by.
I continued the Marvel binge at night- almost done with the Ed Norton Hulk- and we just started a new Netflix dramady called Dead to Me- no relation to the George and Rube of the icon, but a take mostly about those left behind among the living. Christina Applegate and Linda Cardellini are in the leads, and they're incredibly fun with the impeccable writing.
And then we went out.
To another art opening, this one featuring several works and poems by our friend Wendy. The theme was "The Art of Words," pairing each piece with a poem. She displayed several in both categories, including this one, incorporating the poetry of a writer named George Grace:
It's basically an Ode to a Fallen Ladder, from the perspective of the guy falling off it. (There was hope of turning the entire exhibit into a book, which I would totally buy, but their proposed printer greedied it up at the last minute; I'm exploring options with people I know.) This took on even greater relevance yesterday, when I was the one up a ladder, albeit a short steppy one. Eleanor's greenhouse took a beating this winter, much of the roofing blowing off during one of the worst windstorms, and she'd spent most of the show day clearing out the contents and then turned Sunday to getting the plastic roofing off. The befores and afters:
My mission was removing the screws seen above the higher orange wrapping cord, and the relatively few a couple of feet above them; Eleanor worked from the inside on a higher ladder to get the screws out closer to the roof peak. Despite the imagery of the day before, we both wound up sore, but neither wound up injured:)
Adding to all this was the company we discovered:
Because OF COURSE a mama robin decided to build a nest in the rafters just below where we were working. We reached a quick and acceptable peace with her, and no eggs (hers) or faces (ours) were harmed during the construction project. Now we wait for the new roofing to arrive. Meanwhile, our neighbors are replacing an ancient wooden picket fence which Pepper has breached any number of times, so things are plenty busy back there.
Today was busy enough, crying infant and all at the end, and now two straight trips to the 585. Tomorrow for court, Wednesday for a duel in the Room Where It Finally Happens Barring an Asteroid Strike.