I have a lot of cousins (at least 30 first cousins) but I'm not very close to any of them, mostly because the nearest ones live over 3 hours away. It's a shame, but it's due to my parents choosing to move away from the family stomping grounds. But, this cousin invited us to her wedding, and it was very nice to go to the old family stomping grounds in NW PA for a happy event, the last two times I went were to bury my grands. Mrs. Ha hasn't been there in several years, so long ago I think the diary is on k5. Years I tell you.
The hometown is technically a city (I think it's the smallest one in Pennsylvania) but very rural, so I got a tiny bit of offroad time in on the minivan, traveling up dirt and rutted roads to visit uncles, and driving on grassy lawns for the preceding evening party and the wedding/reception. The minivan (as befits its truck heritage) did very well on dry dirt and dry grass. Like the TP commercials say, no skid marks.
It seemed like a fun wedding, though my arthritis and parental duties kept me from fully enjoying it. I did take time to talk about my aches and pains with another uncle (only three years older than me) who also has AS, we're going through much of the same stuff, some days he's too weak to kick start his bike. I sat for much of it in the geezer section with my cousin with the broken foot, and comaplained about that rap stuff those young kids call music. I followed the girls around and emptied my pockets to buy fish food for the captive trout population, as the wedding took place at a sportsman club which has their very own trouthatchery. I don't know what the fish food was made of, probably ground up little fish, for my hands reekedof a fishy smell for the rest of the evening.
My parents kept the kids until Tuesday, so we had some alone time together (but never enough). When we gotback, the front door lock was stuck, for the third time in about a few weeks. So, for the third time in a fewweeks, I climbed up onto out second story back porch, slid my hand between the door and undid the chain tobreak in. Including the time to find a ladder, about 3 minutes all together.
The next day we went to LowemDepot, and I got ambitious and greedy, and bought a four pack of locks (two doorlocks, two deadbolts) with six keys, all keyed alike. I figured we'd never get locked out again, after I changed the front and back locks. Well, it's never that easy. The front deadbolt needs a larger hole, and the back locks are about 1/2 inch too far in for these locks to fit. I hate the non-standardization of houses.
I did replace the breaker with the correct one, and put my box back together, one small thing I accomplished.
Mrs. Ha and I watched a Peter Jackson movie, with swords, blood and alien landscapes, and she enjoyed it. It's not the one you're thinking off, but rather Heavenly Creatures. Mrs. Ha is a sucker for movies involving disturbed teenage girls. I thought it was okay, but it didn't fully engage me.
We went to Walmart for four days in a row, shameful, I know. I'm not sure, but I think it's the only grocery store in that small city in small city, and it was very near the hotel, so we went there Saturday and Sunday to get stuff. Then Monday to get pressies for five year old, then Tuesday for a last minute present. Thursday I started a new streak by hitting Target instead. Today I went back to Target to get some cheap $7.50 DVD's, the Warriors, and the Fellowship of the Ring, completing my LOTR set, and travel shaving cream. Next is up is downloading a DVD decoder (any recommendations?) for my laptop, because...
Attention NoVa infidels. There is a chance I may be in NoVa early next week. If I do go, I hope I'm back by Wednesday, missing nearly ten year old's bday two years in a row would totally suck. I may not know until this afternoon, or evening, or this weekend, such is my life.
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