The big heat
Tuesday, June 29 2004 @ 04:32 AM PDT
Contributed by: wrdIn October, I'll be marking thirteen years in Seattle. This is the first summer in that time that I've been bothered by the heat. I'm not sure if the humidity's a bit higher, or my apartment isn't as well-ventilated as my previous homes, or if my time here has just gradually reduced my tolerance for summer temperatures, but I'm looking forward to some nice fall rain at this point.
Not too soon, though. I got the lights working on my scooter this past weekend, and am looking forward to doing some more riding this summer. Seattle Scooter Insanity 17 is this coming weekend, and I hope to participate both Saturday and Sunday. I'm not going to make it out to the Monkey Run, as my scooter's just not fast enough for the long ride on the peninsula's rural roads, but with any luck I'll be able to join in on another rally or two before the rain starts up.
On top of that, I finally put my bicycle back together this evening; it's been sitting on the deck for the past six months with the front wheel detached and the seat and handlebars hanging off it. I may try riding to work tomorrow morning; doing that regularly would be a good step toward getting myself back into shape.
It's been a very eventful month — hell, nearly two months, I guess, since my last entry. Some bad, which combined with the heat to make writing seem like a pretty unpleasant prospect, but in the last three weeks, a whole lot of good has happened. And that's actually made it even more difficult to write, because I've been busy doing other things. Nicole and I have seen a couple movies, been down to the Boeing flight museum, various other things.
We also met up with Tanya, and old college friend of mine, and her husband Bob. Tanya and I hadn't seen each other (or, indeed, spoken in person) in fourteen years; she got back in touch with me last summer. I took them to the Big Time one evening, and then the four of us all went out to the Bamboo Garden the following night.
The Boeing museum was quite something to see, having recently been expanded with a new wing featuring 28 fighters from WWI and WWII. I was like a kid in a candy store. I wasn't sure that cameras were allowed, so I brought my new camera phone; it turns out those little things aren't really intended for taking pictures in large, dark rooms. Nothing really turned out. You might consider this fortunate, as otherwise you'd be looking at a couple dozen photos of vintage fighter planes right now.
Anyway, I mainly wanted to assure everybody I was alive and well; I'm off to pump up my bike tires now.
Man Out of Time: The big heat
http://www.manoutoftime.org/article.php?story=20040628204452547