Thursday, March 23, 2006
Do we know how to have fun or what?
This has been a moderately jolly 24 hours. The snowstorm made it past in a timely way, so that Damaris and the grands were able to make their planned hit-and-run trip to Lamar with only minimal freaked-out nail-biting from moi.
They were coming down for the annual meeting of the Soil Conservation District. Which might not sound exactly like a festive draw to most people, until you hear that Zach was to get an award for the poster he entered last fall in their contest for Colorado 6th graders. He won Honorable Mention at the state level, which let him score a neat little trophy as well as $25! AND we all got dessert!!
To make it fully celebratory, Damaris decided to invest in a motel room so the kids could end their evening frolicking in the pool. Mike and I went along, even though the Cow Palace is not my favorite Lamar venue.
You might wonder why. So I will tell you that they are the big frogs of our small travel accommodations pond only by virtue of size and tradition, not because of any sort of efforts on their part towards, oh, a quality experience of any kind.
Let's take the hot tub as an example. It IS big. It IS more or less attractively decorated, and I will go so far as to admit it was clean. And warm.
Except it's one of those models where the agitation is provided by forced air coming through little holes in the floor, seats and sides. COLD air that soon feels like ice picks poking into you. They also had them set on 'Space Launch' or something, because I could not stay in a normal relaxed sitting position for more than a few seconds before being forcibly floated up and away. I actually came home SORE (and woke up sorer!) from my stint of sitting in the theoretically nice relaxing water.
And the warmth? Came from a single outlet that continually jetted out SCALDING hot water, hot enough to hurt if you got within a foot of it!
To add a final insult to potential injury, the suction tubes, though small, were also right by the seats. They were JUST powerful enough to be able to pull the fabric of my swimsuit away from my body a little bit...then lose the grip, making it snap back in a stingy elastic way.
Not that it wasn't fun to sit and talk to Damaris a while. It just probably would have been MORE fun with a lower degree of difficulty added, you know?
Today's part of the visit was much more fun, except for hitting my finger with a hammer. Twice. But with Morrissey's help, I persevered and managed to get the new strap installed on my shiny silver purse which turns it into a nice big fannypack style. In return for her help, I explained to Morrissey how to take over the third grade. From the Mean Girls. I hope it will help.
I may post more later, but I was overcome with a sudden urge to try to fix a problem with our refrigerator (which has been going on for, oh, six months or more) and I'll probably be busy on that for much of the rest of the evening....
They were coming down for the annual meeting of the Soil Conservation District. Which might not sound exactly like a festive draw to most people, until you hear that Zach was to get an award for the poster he entered last fall in their contest for Colorado 6th graders. He won Honorable Mention at the state level, which let him score a neat little trophy as well as $25! AND we all got dessert!!
To make it fully celebratory, Damaris decided to invest in a motel room so the kids could end their evening frolicking in the pool. Mike and I went along, even though the Cow Palace is not my favorite Lamar venue.
You might wonder why. So I will tell you that they are the big frogs of our small travel accommodations pond only by virtue of size and tradition, not because of any sort of efforts on their part towards, oh, a quality experience of any kind.
Let's take the hot tub as an example. It IS big. It IS more or less attractively decorated, and I will go so far as to admit it was clean. And warm.
Except it's one of those models where the agitation is provided by forced air coming through little holes in the floor, seats and sides. COLD air that soon feels like ice picks poking into you. They also had them set on 'Space Launch' or something, because I could not stay in a normal relaxed sitting position for more than a few seconds before being forcibly floated up and away. I actually came home SORE (and woke up sorer!) from my stint of sitting in the theoretically nice relaxing water.
And the warmth? Came from a single outlet that continually jetted out SCALDING hot water, hot enough to hurt if you got within a foot of it!
To add a final insult to potential injury, the suction tubes, though small, were also right by the seats. They were JUST powerful enough to be able to pull the fabric of my swimsuit away from my body a little bit...then lose the grip, making it snap back in a stingy elastic way.
Not that it wasn't fun to sit and talk to Damaris a while. It just probably would have been MORE fun with a lower degree of difficulty added, you know?
Today's part of the visit was much more fun, except for hitting my finger with a hammer. Twice. But with Morrissey's help, I persevered and managed to get the new strap installed on my shiny silver purse which turns it into a nice big fannypack style. In return for her help, I explained to Morrissey how to take over the third grade. From the Mean Girls. I hope it will help.
I may post more later, but I was overcome with a sudden urge to try to fix a problem with our refrigerator (which has been going on for, oh, six months or more) and I'll probably be busy on that for much of the rest of the evening....
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