It's been a windy winter, and my laziness (to drive to school, rather than ride) almost cost my dear ship some major cosmetic damage. I can't help but wonder if the tree fell on him, and there was a mighty shivering of timbers, and Roger emerged victorious. I hope that's the way it worked.
As an aside, the picture comes from a new camera - a Canon SD870IS. I bought it to mitigate some of my back problems from lugging around too much weight. It is by no means a substitute for the 20D (8 bit color depth on the 870IS vs 16 bit color on the 20D- that's a factor of 256^3 more possible colors in an image on the 20D), but it is good for things like this documentation of Roger's victory over nature.
I'm taking a yoga/pilates class to both stretch and strengthen my back, which has been bothering me for a while now. I arrived especially early this week, because I was late last week and was too embarrassed to barge in late and disturb class. Well, while I'm waiting, two young girls walk into the lobby - definitely high school, but I couldn't place just how old. One was complaining that her dad wouldn't let her skip school, that he was preparing her for Harvard or something (gosh!). Then she lamented her older brother going to Cal (Berkeley), setting the bar too high. She wished for a way to go nowhere, like community college. At this point, I just couldn't resist being my normal wise-ass self, and nonchalantly suggested:"Drugs are a really great way to end up nowhere fast."I later learned that the girls were 13. D'oh.
Driving to San Francisco with Sarah, we came across a sign for "Cutting Way" or something like that (may have been road or blvd).My comment: "That's where all the depressed people live."Sarah gave me 2 demerits: one for the joke, and another for laughing at it so much. I can't help it! I'm just dark-humored. Blame my parents, who gave me the Far Side comics pretty much as soon as I could read.
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