Today, before we came home, we went tubing at the Ichetucknee Springs State Park. As my SIL C. put it, it was a “lovely lazy two hour float” down a cold, spring-fed river. We saw lots of turtles and water flowers.
Even though the current just sort of carried me along, I was able to change my orientation and speed by paddling and kicking to change how I was facing, and by moving near the river banks to go slower slower or in the center for more speed. It was also fun dodging obstacles like fallen trees and the knees on bald cypress. The Kid was strapped into a life vest, so he could tube safely and his mom could be worry free.
Overall, the visit to the in-laws was really nice. My father-in-law’s health is not good, but he seemed happy to see us (especially The Kid.) Balding Nephew’s Beautiful Wife is expecting baby #2 any day now, but could not manage to get her act together to deliver said baby while we were there. Perhaps if she had gone tubing with us it would have expedited matters.
Off to the in-laws tomorrow. They live in Gainesville. This will be a difficult trip, since Gainesville is the home of UofF, who beat my Buckeyes for national championships TWICE this year.
I love my in-laws, and I pretty much instigated this trip, but I’m dreading it just because of the Gator thing.
DH has been done with his semester since May 12th. He goes in every day, still, but he leaves late and he’s home early. It’s nice to have him sitting next to me when I’m working.
The Kid’s last day is this Thursday. It’s just a half day.
I’ll be the only one around here putting in a 40 hour week for the next three months.
I’m not bitter.
Every year my company has a user conference. It’s a three day training and schmoozing session with our customers. The conference itself is free, but they have to pay for meals, transportation, hotel, etc. This year the conference is in Vegas, and I get to go.
I’ve never been to Vegas. We’ll be at the Green Valley Ranch Resort and Spa, where apparently gorgeous naked women lay around with zen garden-like black stones on their backs. Perhaps they’ll let pudgy me in with my clothes on, though, since this is a professional meeting.
Aside from meeting Vegas Joe one evening (if they’ll let me out long enough to have any fun), what should I do? Black Jack sounds like fun. My parents are going to give me $10 to play the dollar slots for them; slots seem a little too random for my taste. At least with craps you get to DO something (throw the dice) and it would be a great excuse to sing “Luck Be a Lady Tonight.” But I’m not going to have much money (like, maybe almost none?) so I want to budget my “gaming” (heh) wisely.
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