Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Our 4th resident is Fereshteh, a friend from the good ol' Los Alamos days. Unlike the rest of our friends, she became convinced that Urbana is THE place to live. She is staying with us while looking for a job, taking classes, and just enjoying the midwest lifestyle, which included watching her first and second softball games.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Bob, the sag driver, suggested that Kiehly and I take off since one person could easily handle the work. We recruited Alex, the sole remaining rider at the stop, to join us on ride back. He got terrible leg cramps; he nearly fell off his bike and couldn't stand up after sitting on the ground. Eventually, he got back on the bike and rode several more miles before calling a friend to pick him up. Kiehly told me about her company's attempts to build energy efficient houses. For 20% more $$, our shabby houses could have been nice. Alas.
After lunch today, Jill and I came across this unusual parked bike. It is not locked, but the saddle and seatpost are missing. Did the owner remove them to reduce the risk of theft? Did a very dull thief steal them rather than riding off with the whole thing? Maybe I'll check on it later.
A handful of people foretold that Jill would be so uncomfortable this summer from the heat/pregnancy double whammy. As it turns out, this has been one of your milder summers. Today was feeling rather warm until a big thunderstorm rolled through bringing some welcome cooler air.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
But that doesn't mean that I'm sitting around in a nervous pool of dread. Oh no! Baby equipment has been assembled, understood, and tested with Raggedy Ann.
My latent green thumb has slightly surfaced. These flowers had been in planters on our porch until I got the gumption to dig up some grass and put them in some fine IL soil. Mercifully, they are still alive after 3 days.
Softball playoffs started this week, and Jill made her glorious return to the stands on Monday. We won our first round game, but I am sad to report my performance: 4 bad plays in the outfield and only one hit. Had the 4th bad play been good, the game would have ended. Instead, we scored 3 runs in the bottom of the inning to win, the winner resulting from an outfield error with 2 outs. I know how you feel, friend.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I harvested about 6 plum tomatoes from our tomato plants at Raisin and Kiwi's house. At the time, Matt was in the backyard talking to a home repairman, so there was much excitement happening outside. I saw bright, smily kids watching the action from the window. Here's what it looked like from inside.