We did some short hikes, it's very impressive scenery, and some anxious driving, with the dumb deer gamboling on the sides of the road just waiting to run in front of you. On the way back we had brunch at a Canadian restuarant, and I was more impressed with the cuisine than I was in Nova Scotia. I guess I didn't order enough breakfast sammies in NS at Tims'.
That Friday we checked out a local pizza place, Cobbs Hill Pizza. Decades ago it was around the corner, where the Asian place is, and I went there one day with some work buds while taking a break from Illuminati (which I won, heh heh). Mrs. Ha was in the mood for some eggplant, and I gave them a call (they have no website!), they had egg plant. Off we went, it reminded me of a place on the boardwalk, order your food, pay cash only and sit down. It was very family oriented, including one of those families that makes Fundies cringe, two men and their kid. Mrs. Ha though the girl was so lucky to have two dads.
After dinner we went to Rite Aid for masculine and feminine supplies, mine were Blue Moon beer, and ran into friends from the charter school, in Porsche_dad and Porsche_boy.
We also got a notice Friday that our tree is on death row. It's no surprise, it looks dead with just a few leaves on it. Seven year old was very upset, she likes that tree. We asked for a sugar maple for a replacement, maybe we'll be making our own maple syrup, when it's big enough ( in what, 20 years?).
I'm dealing with my own carbon dioxide crisis, my tank is empty. My keg has enough natural CO2 for a few glasses, but I have to hit the welding supply store at lunch. I'm not sure about the brown ale I made, I need a few more glasses to be sure. There's a metallic taste that may be from leaving it fermenting more than 10 days.
Last night was the open house for the charter school, seven year old goes back Wednesday (without me to get her there, but that's for another paragraph). It was good to see all the other parents and MILfs, I think twelve year old is missing it, she wanted to go Wednesday as an alumni. We dropped off lots of school supplies. Twelve year old doesn't go back until the Wednesday after Labor Day, and has an open house Wednesday night the 27th, which I may miss, too.
I'm ready for school to start back up, this hasn't been a great summer, and I'll gladly exchange that mind numbing routine for a lack of kid transporting, at least for a while.
I ran out of new books to read, so I reread some Gonzo lit,
The Great shark Hunt and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, two Hunter S. Thompson books. I don't like them as much as I did as a teenager young adult, while they're good reading, the only HST book on my must read list left is Hell's Angels.
Work, work, work.
Mrs. Ha is not happy at her job, which would worry me more if she hasn't sounded unhappy at all her other jobs. She forgets what she complained about at the other jobs, so I remind her, but she needs to find out just what kind of job she would be happy at. I'm praying things get better.
Oddly, her old job called her and wanted her to come in for a few hours, she might. Maybe a few hours washing buckets alone in the back room would give her perspective.
As I've alluded to, I'm going to Cleveland for three days early next week. I'm not sure if I'll have time for a Husi meet, and I'm not sure if any Cleveland infidels even read here. The timing is bad, as usual, with school starting and open houses, but at least Mrs. Ha is off Monday so there's no child care issues. Tomorrow we're headed to the local amusement park, coincidentally it's $corp day, so I may run into co-workers.
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