The Rest of the Weekend

Just a quick post to say that I did have a rest of the weekend besides the date on Friday. Saturday morning was spent with volunteers and other people from the bike club I’m pretty sure I will be officially joining. We did some trail maintence on one of the semi-local trails. It was great to be outside on a beautiful fall day. The leader was very knowledgable about conservation and ecosystems and making the trails enjoyable for people while keeping the negative effect on flora and fauna as minimal as possible.

I got to finally meet Jay, the leader of the the biking club, with whom I got off on the wrong foot (I think) at first, through an email I sent to their yahoo group. I was trying to be funny but ask a question about membership benefits at the same time, and I think I made him go on the defensive. If it was my group, I might have too…but I tried to make it up to him Saturday by working really hard. He probably didn’t even notice, but there you go.

Sunday I did a lot of churchy things and had a good talk with my friend Father James, who, by the way, was my friend before he became a preist. Oh, and watched the football. I’m still in the running for the pool at work. It’s all down to tonight’s Redskin/Dallas game. I’m strangely excited about football season this year.

So this was definitely the most boring post to date. I’ll try to be more interesting later in the week.


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A blog about my life and other stuff.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.

Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep as a Well (1937)


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