Time away from time
The early part of my unemployed 'work' week is usually occupied with project work around the house. The basement full of film cans and more personal history detritus than one can fathom. A pantry in need of reorganization. Layers of yard sale fodder unfound and unloved. All of it waiting for me. I usually find myself avoiding all of this by ducking out to lunch with a friend or catching a matinee. Occasionally, an agency will call to offer representation on a contract - but all in all, it's quiet....and vaguely desperate.
The week following our July 4th visit to Olympia, I managed to slip out to lunch with my bud Dave to catch a evening screening of the new Hunter Thompson documentary, "Gonzo". While a fair amount of the film was familiar, there were a few new tidbits that I hadn't seen - and moreover - it was just good to see the Doctor again.
Later in the week, Greer had the opportunity to see is grandparents again, so Alex and I could have a little time together. This coincided with a request from my folks to help purge the remainder of personal crapola that I haven't had the decency to remove from their house. After delivering boyo and spending the night, I piled boxes of old photos, childhood mementos, comic books and beloved dust bunnies in the Bug and headed home.
When Greer is gone, there is a palpable vacuum. Instead of waiting for the next shoe to drop or fielding the ever present "why" floating in the air, we are blessed with silence and the perception of freedom. The whirlwind of the Greermonster is elsewhere, and we are free to roam about the cabin. This time around, we escaped to the Bagdad Theater and the comfort of dinner in front of a big screen. While Prince Caspian wrangled the remains of Narnia, we sat back in a love seat and drank in the moment together. Time away from time. With cheeseburgers.
After we picked up Greer from the folks, we found ourselves with an unfettered Sunday afternoon. This lead to stop at Bonneville Dam - and the a visit to the gliding prehistoric bulk of Herman the Sturgeon. Located within the maze of fish holding pens and rhododendrons that make up the on site hatchery, Herman is a sight to behold. Behind submerged, thick glass, we eyeballed the ancient monster. A grey log of fins and cartilaginous skeletal ridges, this sturgeon is truly an amazing thing. Greer was transfixed as his 11-foot frame cruised by, occasionally flashing a look with one of his milky, 70-year old orbs.
During upcoming week, I had planned to take Greer out camping with Papa and Baba, but held back due to an unknown evil within my car's engine. A sudden, uneven loss of power on the road - like the fuel wasn't making it all the way. In short, I had received bad gas.....but my fear got the better of me. As with many dissolved plans, the backup options gave way to outside influence. In this case, apathy and a lack of air conditioning. Summer heat forced us into the basement - where the three of us laid low and sweated through the weekend. That Saturday afternoon was the apex of laxity. Three DVDs - followed by an evening visit to the multiplex.
Kung Fu Panda never felt so cool.
The week following our July 4th visit to Olympia, I managed to slip out to lunch with my bud Dave to catch a evening screening of the new Hunter Thompson documentary, "Gonzo". While a fair amount of the film was familiar, there were a few new tidbits that I hadn't seen - and moreover - it was just good to see the Doctor again.
Later in the week, Greer had the opportunity to see is grandparents again, so Alex and I could have a little time together. This coincided with a request from my folks to help purge the remainder of personal crapola that I haven't had the decency to remove from their house. After delivering boyo and spending the night, I piled boxes of old photos, childhood mementos, comic books and beloved dust bunnies in the Bug and headed home.
When Greer is gone, there is a palpable vacuum. Instead of waiting for the next shoe to drop or fielding the ever present "why" floating in the air, we are blessed with silence and the perception of freedom. The whirlwind of the Greermonster is elsewhere, and we are free to roam about the cabin. This time around, we escaped to the Bagdad Theater and the comfort of dinner in front of a big screen. While Prince Caspian wrangled the remains of Narnia, we sat back in a love seat and drank in the moment together. Time away from time. With cheeseburgers.
After we picked up Greer from the folks, we found ourselves with an unfettered Sunday afternoon. This lead to stop at Bonneville Dam - and the a visit to the gliding prehistoric bulk of Herman the Sturgeon. Located within the maze of fish holding pens and rhododendrons that make up the on site hatchery, Herman is a sight to behold. Behind submerged, thick glass, we eyeballed the ancient monster. A grey log of fins and cartilaginous skeletal ridges, this sturgeon is truly an amazing thing. Greer was transfixed as his 11-foot frame cruised by, occasionally flashing a look with one of his milky, 70-year old orbs.
During upcoming week, I had planned to take Greer out camping with Papa and Baba, but held back due to an unknown evil within my car's engine. A sudden, uneven loss of power on the road - like the fuel wasn't making it all the way. In short, I had received bad gas.....but my fear got the better of me. As with many dissolved plans, the backup options gave way to outside influence. In this case, apathy and a lack of air conditioning. Summer heat forced us into the basement - where the three of us laid low and sweated through the weekend. That Saturday afternoon was the apex of laxity. Three DVDs - followed by an evening visit to the multiplex.
Kung Fu Panda never felt so cool.
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