It occurred to me just now that I usually post something about my weekend (social events or lack thereof), and I didn't this week -- although perhaps that's good, those posts may be excrutiatingly dull anyway.
Nevertheless:
Did the breast cancer walk thing. After Peru, 5 miles on flat ground at sea level, was, well, a walk in the park. But it was emotionally difficult, and weird. I didn't manage to connect with any of my colleagues, so I was walking alone. Most people were walking in little packs and chatting about random stuff, and every so often there would be volunteers playing cheerleader: grinning and whooping and saying things like "you guys are doing great!" which may have been very heartening for those who hadn't walked 5 miles in some number of years, seemed a bit over the top to me. But, you know, I was just walking along, all by myself, thinking about cancer. Because there were little signs all along the route, alternating cheery messages with statistics about breast cancer. And every so often, you'd see someone wearing a T-shirt with a person's picture, their friend or relative who had died. So I kept tearing up, then suppressing it because obviously walking along crying was not the done thing.
I did go to the opera, which was very interesting. Dr Atomic did not delight me the way Ceiling/Sky had, but it was powerful, and I'm glad I got to see it, since otherwise I would have been dying of curiosity and sure I'd missed something great!
Sunday, had dinner with K&K, really good to see them after such a silly long while.
OK, I think that's it for the weekend. I could also mention that I saw Serenity last night with
mzsa. I enjoyed the movie (even though it made me twitch at various points) and it was good to see mzsa, even though we really only got to talk in the car, and then I was distracted and went the wrong way on the freeway, and was generally driving like a total flake.
Nevertheless:
Did the breast cancer walk thing. After Peru, 5 miles on flat ground at sea level, was, well, a walk in the park. But it was emotionally difficult, and weird. I didn't manage to connect with any of my colleagues, so I was walking alone. Most people were walking in little packs and chatting about random stuff, and every so often there would be volunteers playing cheerleader: grinning and whooping and saying things like "you guys are doing great!" which may have been very heartening for those who hadn't walked 5 miles in some number of years, seemed a bit over the top to me. But, you know, I was just walking along, all by myself, thinking about cancer. Because there were little signs all along the route, alternating cheery messages with statistics about breast cancer. And every so often, you'd see someone wearing a T-shirt with a person's picture, their friend or relative who had died. So I kept tearing up, then suppressing it because obviously walking along crying was not the done thing.
I did go to the opera, which was very interesting. Dr Atomic did not delight me the way Ceiling/Sky had, but it was powerful, and I'm glad I got to see it, since otherwise I would have been dying of curiosity and sure I'd missed something great!
Sunday, had dinner with K&K, really good to see them after such a silly long while.
OK, I think that's it for the weekend. I could also mention that I saw Serenity last night with