This will be short, mostly to ease my mind (if it does that). We saw a house last night. Looked pretty good. Had all the things we technically wanted in a house, but I'm not sure if it had that ... "spark". Neither Kerry, nor I, can figure out if we're being overly rational and cautious, if we're just nervous about a big purchase. Maybe our guts are telling us something. Maybe it's just that the price is higher than we had initially budgeted for.
Anyone with house buying experience have any advice? Do you just know, like our realtor has assured us? Is this like dating, where the final decision is short and swift and overwhelmingly felt, not thought?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Slowly
Things seem to move at a snail's pace these days. Work is work, as always. There's not much to mention there, except the seemingly endless barrage of projects, but that's nothing new. Kerry and I are slowly easing back into normal life, after months on end of planning, working and then "doing" the whole wedding thing.
I went out for a ride on Saturday morning. It was the third ride in as many weeks, but I figured it would be good to get out. I ate a big bowl of cereal, hoping that an all carbohydrate meal would digest quickly and I'd be on my way. A few hours later I got going. Within miles I realized it was going to be a long ride. I'm not especially good at exercising in the morning, but this was more than just a caffeine lag. My gut churned—the kind of sickly feeling you get when you're working out on a full stomach. I eased back, and cut the ride in half, but even going slow enough to let my near-nauseous state clear up still left me with that "about to bonk" feeling in my legs. I just couldn't push, no matter how hard I tried.
It turned out that half of the problem was too much food, and half was too little water. I drank about 38 glasses of water as soon as I got home, which made me feel better, but it ended up being a bit of a bust in the riding department. Hopefully I'll be able to get in some more miles this week and return to some semblance of "normal" on the bike. When that happens, hopefully I'll also have some more interesting posts :)
I went out for a ride on Saturday morning. It was the third ride in as many weeks, but I figured it would be good to get out. I ate a big bowl of cereal, hoping that an all carbohydrate meal would digest quickly and I'd be on my way. A few hours later I got going. Within miles I realized it was going to be a long ride. I'm not especially good at exercising in the morning, but this was more than just a caffeine lag. My gut churned—the kind of sickly feeling you get when you're working out on a full stomach. I eased back, and cut the ride in half, but even going slow enough to let my near-nauseous state clear up still left me with that "about to bonk" feeling in my legs. I just couldn't push, no matter how hard I tried.
It turned out that half of the problem was too much food, and half was too little water. I drank about 38 glasses of water as soon as I got home, which made me feel better, but it ended up being a bit of a bust in the riding department. Hopefully I'll be able to get in some more miles this week and return to some semblance of "normal" on the bike. When that happens, hopefully I'll also have some more interesting posts :)
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Remnants
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What's left from farm life gone by.
PBS had a good show about life on the farm. Of course we all romanticize it, but there does seem to be something sad about the end of that era.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Returning from the honeymoon
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Originally uploaded by gordonelliot
This is what happens when you have mischevious coworkers. They were going to close off the entry to my cube and fill it entirely, but thankfully they weren't able to do that. This was all fun and games until they started tossing thumb tacks into the mix...
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Lots of other things
Three days and counting until the knot is tied. It's been good, but busy lately, which has meant very little of interest happening regarding riding. I think we're also getting into the dog days here, so although I'm still making it out to ride, the noteworthy things that happen on each ride seems to be at an all-time low.
There will be more coming, I assure you, trusted 3 readers of this site. Hopefully it'll be more interesting too, and with photos!
There will be more coming, I assure you, trusted 3 readers of this site. Hopefully it'll be more interesting too, and with photos!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
The Bridge
Not to jump on the bandwagon that is local 35W bridge coverage, but some thoughts.
Our hearts go out to all the families and friends that were and are affected by the collapse. That of course trumps all the politics and B.S. that is inevitable as a result of something like this happening.
I was looking at pictures of the collapse, and kept thinking it was amazing that cars were (and are) sitting on the deck of the bridge, even a day later as it sits in the river. I started wondering at what speed everything actually hit the water. A video clip froma traffic cam of the incident makes it seem like it's in slow motion.
After digging up some numbers I'd long since blocked out from physics class, I did some quick calculations. Not sure if these are accurate (although I believe they are), but if one drops at 32 feet/second squared, and the bridge deck was 64 feet above the river, then it would take 2 seconds to drop all the way down. Converted to feet, that's 3,840 feet per second, which is roughly equal to 39.5 miles per hour. Not slow, but certainly not as fast as I would have initially guessed.
Thank goodness the bridge wasn't any higher, and that the death toll has dropped by 3 since last night. Here's to more good news than bad news in the upcoming days.
Our hearts go out to all the families and friends that were and are affected by the collapse. That of course trumps all the politics and B.S. that is inevitable as a result of something like this happening.
I was looking at pictures of the collapse, and kept thinking it was amazing that cars were (and are) sitting on the deck of the bridge, even a day later as it sits in the river. I started wondering at what speed everything actually hit the water. A video clip froma traffic cam of the incident makes it seem like it's in slow motion.
After digging up some numbers I'd long since blocked out from physics class, I did some quick calculations. Not sure if these are accurate (although I believe they are), but if one drops at 32 feet/second squared, and the bridge deck was 64 feet above the river, then it would take 2 seconds to drop all the way down. Converted to feet, that's 3,840 feet per second, which is roughly equal to 39.5 miles per hour. Not slow, but certainly not as fast as I would have initially guessed.
Thank goodness the bridge wasn't any higher, and that the death toll has dropped by 3 since last night. Here's to more good news than bad news in the upcoming days.
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