Thursday, October 31, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
|I'm outta here...|
'I swear to god that place was a Superfund site. We drove all the way to Indiana to pay $8 for a JTM burger that made us sick and a packet of Swiss Miss with some lukewarm water. They just handed us the packet and told us to put the water on it ourselves.
Plus, it was the shittiest hayride ever.
God I loved that place.'
That was Ray's assessment of the pumpkin patch I excitedly took him to last year. I had bragged to him about the hayride and the big field of pumpkins. I thought he would love it.
There is a hayride! They pull you in a wagon, from tractor! You grew up near farms! It's going to be great!
I guess I had forgotten the hayride is only about 25 feet. When the tractor stopped at the pumpkin field Ray goes, 'That's it? That was the hayride? I paid fifty cents for that?!'
I personally thought it was awesome.
I vowed not to take him back to that pumpkin patch. Instead, I would wow him with another bigger, exciting pumpkin patch with a longer hayride. We were going to go this weekend so we could get a pumpkin family (a dad, mom and two baby pumpkins for the kittens; oh yeah, we got kittens!) but we got so busy enjoying the lovely weather this weekend we never made it to the patch.
Guess this year's pumpkin adventure will take place at Home Depot, where we will 'pick' our pumpkins from a big bin.
I bet that lame pumpkin patch is looking a whole lot better now.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Wednesday, October 09, 2013
I wake up each morning between 2 and 2:30 and can't fall back asleep until about 5 am.
Not awake thinking of anything in particular. Not worried about anything, not stressing. Just not sleeping.
I Googled this new-to-me phenomenon today and one of the suggestions to bide your time while you wait to get drowsy again is to read a 'not too thrilling book.'
I guess I could read Eat, Pray, Love again. (I don't want to spoil it for anyone but basically she eats, she prays and she loves.)
She also annoys. So I don't want to be awake and irritated.
This is what made me think of Ray's book Sprinkler Hydraulics.
I noticed it sitting on his desk when we first started dating and I couldn't believe it was a real book. Sprinkler Hydraulics is a thing? Plus, it has this cool, 1980s cover and you just don't see that anymore.
The thrill stopped there.
Says one reviewer: Harold was not only brilliant for understanding sprinkler hydraulics but for being able to convey the message. He also gives some invaluable tables for converting pipe sizes to ease calcs of telescoping systems.