I should have stuck with the Dining from an Empty Bowl diet. Instead, I was so encouraged by a couple pretzels I ate that I had a salad at Applebee's. Then I had a little more on the road and finally ate dinner. I've been paying for it ever since.
My bedroom this round is in the loft. At least for this night, I am alone. Unfortunately it is also the pool and puzzle room. All my daughters and their husbands left after they got the puzzle finished. After a few practice rounds of pool, and notes for this blog, I went to bed.
Earlier the women beat the men in pool. After my first game of this return trip, in which I appeared invincible, my playing was quite vincible. (Obviously, or the women wouldn't have beaten us.)
Today is exactly half way in my subsidized Life after Layoff. I have another idea for an Internet business but haven't been making much progress on anything other than visiting on this visiting trip. I needed exactly this as I am unlikely to be able to do it in this manner at any other time, unless there is a huge stock market recovery.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Day One-hundred-and-sixty-six: Goatherding
When I got up this morning, after having stayed up myself past midnight, I found out that my sister had watched over 13 hours worth of TV. Since she fast forwards through the commercials, it may have been slightly less time but still that is a lot of TV. If I ever get cable again, I'm definitely getting DVR.
My father and I played still more pool. This time I "lost" two games by scratching on the eight ball and sinking it in a pocket different from the one I called. I'm obviously improving. Losing this way means that I am putting more balls in.
I played goatherd a little bit today. The electric fence was turned off for too long and one of my parents' smaller goats became emboldened, or accidentally found ways to get through the electric fence. I herded him (it) back through the fence and we gave all 22 of them some more hay to keep them occupied while we went back to the house to turn the fence on. One had gotten out while we were heading back. So my mother and I did the goatherding thing again. Before we could walk away, it had gotten out again. This time we had seen it and used bungee cords and a stick to block a rather squarish hole framed by the gate, shed, and an electric fence pole.
We watched as the goat in question once again was nosing about the former hole. This time it touched its nose to a live wire and jumped back at least five feet. Our work was done. The goat was lessened and likely to stay put on the correct side of the fence.
By the time we had walked back to the house, the goat had found another spot to cross. Tomorrow it is to get a collar with metal antennas that will be guaranteed to catch the electric fence.
"Green acres is the place for me.
Farm living is my philosophy."
... At least I got mud on my new boots. I could go for this pace of life in my Life after Layoff. Of course, this pace only exists in the winter. Plus, I'm still mostly a bystander. My mother and father are working much more than I am.
After my sister left, another set of cousins of mine through my father's side from Springfield, OH, came in for a visit. I was able to visit with them last January. It was good that they could make this trip and great to see them. I hope to be able to stop in for a short visit on my way home.
My father and I played still more pool. This time I "lost" two games by scratching on the eight ball and sinking it in a pocket different from the one I called. I'm obviously improving. Losing this way means that I am putting more balls in.
I played goatherd a little bit today. The electric fence was turned off for too long and one of my parents' smaller goats became emboldened, or accidentally found ways to get through the electric fence. I herded him (it) back through the fence and we gave all 22 of them some more hay to keep them occupied while we went back to the house to turn the fence on. One had gotten out while we were heading back. So my mother and I did the goatherding thing again. Before we could walk away, it had gotten out again. This time we had seen it and used bungee cords and a stick to block a rather squarish hole framed by the gate, shed, and an electric fence pole.
We watched as the goat in question once again was nosing about the former hole. This time it touched its nose to a live wire and jumped back at least five feet. Our work was done. The goat was lessened and likely to stay put on the correct side of the fence.
By the time we had walked back to the house, the goat had found another spot to cross. Tomorrow it is to get a collar with metal antennas that will be guaranteed to catch the electric fence.
"Green acres is the place for me.
Farm living is my philosophy."
... At least I got mud on my new boots. I could go for this pace of life in my Life after Layoff. Of course, this pace only exists in the winter. Plus, I'm still mostly a bystander. My mother and father are working much more than I am.
After my sister left, another set of cousins of mine through my father's side from Springfield, OH, came in for a visit. I was able to visit with them last January. It was good that they could make this trip and great to see them. I hope to be able to stop in for a short visit on my way home.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Day One-hundred-and-sixty-four: Pool shark
Well, I put some balls in with some of them being the result of half way decent shots. Unfortunately, I also missed quite a few that should have been easy. As a result, I won only four games and lost more. What is worse, I didn't "win" any. My father lost, twice by scratching on the eight ball and twice by sinking it prematurely.
Just like golf for me, there is always some aspect of my pool playing that holds out the promise that I will do better the next time, as long as the next time is in the next couple of days, not a year or more. (Not that I actually do better, but that promise is there.) If the delay is a year, I will conveniently forget how bad I actually played and only remember the promise.
The rest of the day was more cards, more errands, and more eating. I won the last game of cards, which is that promise again, but I can't remeber winning any other.
It also rained all day, sometimes rather heavily. This may be a promise of a different sort.
All of these promises, or potential, are very analogous to the potential in my Life after Layoff.
Except for when my cousins visited, I've been carrying around my camera in the belt case I bought to keep it with me and allow me to take more pictures. When it came time to take pictures with my cousins, I couldn't find my camera. Now that I'm carrying it around again, I still forget to take pictures.
Just like golf for me, there is always some aspect of my pool playing that holds out the promise that I will do better the next time, as long as the next time is in the next couple of days, not a year or more. (Not that I actually do better, but that promise is there.) If the delay is a year, I will conveniently forget how bad I actually played and only remember the promise.
The rest of the day was more cards, more errands, and more eating. I won the last game of cards, which is that promise again, but I can't remeber winning any other.
It also rained all day, sometimes rather heavily. This may be a promise of a different sort.
All of these promises, or potential, are very analogous to the potential in my Life after Layoff.
Except for when my cousins visited, I've been carrying around my camera in the belt case I bought to keep it with me and allow me to take more pictures. When it came time to take pictures with my cousins, I couldn't find my camera. Now that I'm carrying it around again, I still forget to take pictures.
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