Autumn

Come she has, even though the recent days have been warmer than they ought. Though I slept in later than intended today, I did manage to accomplish a bit of studying. After making my way to Target (a debacle in and of itself, given the construction at 28th & Arapahoe) and the farmer's market, I returned home, ate my lunch (another Chicago-style 'furter from said market), and trekked over to my NIST study area. I've switched rocks recently, and I think I settled on a new one today. On the way there and back I took some pictures. Enjoy.

Up the street on the way to NIST:




Some orange flowers in front of a house:



Close shot of some yellow leaves:




The pathway to the rocks (look at an older post for a similar, green shot):




Bridge over a creek near the NIST | cemetery boundary:



An aggravated squirrel (I had upset his copulation attempt):

The unexpected

I've not updated this in quite some time, but no one reads it anyway so it doesn't matter all that much. Let's delve into things.

First, the plumbing in the house has broken several times over the past week or so. I noticed it last Saturday (the 16th) when using the washing machine made the downstairs toilet and bathtub overflow. We had someone come out the following Monday (on which morning I showered at Dragos') and 'fix' it, when in reality he just tore up part of the wall and left. He 'tested' the pipes to make sure we could use everything by running some water a sink. Kent and I figured out that the system was still blocked by flushing a toilet, the same toilet that was half a foot from him while he was working. He got his money and left before anybody could ensure that things were functioning. Tom called and had him come out again the following day, which he did eventually. He spent another couple minutes sitting on his ass and then told us that we'd have to put a camera down the pipes. That is, he told us that he was lazy and didn't feel like fixing our problem. So, I showered at the neighbor's house Wednesday morning. Luckily, Tom called Roto-Rooter and they came out and snaked the pipes out and apparently remedied the problem. That is, until Thursday evening. Tom was already back in Breckingridge so I called him to let him know. I had to use the backyard's bushes that night. My plan was simply to take a shower upstairs and not care about the flooding Friday morning. However, I walked inside around 11 and saw someone moving downstairs; I figured it was Nikki or Jake coming in from the garage. Instead...

It was Sarah. She, Dragos, and Mom & Dad had all colluded to surprise me. She had driven to Indianapolis after her class Thursday night (telling me she was going out with her department for drinks) and flown to Denver, at which point Dragos picked her up and drove her to my place. I was quite confused at seeing her in my basement, to be sure. She had booked a hotel for us to use when I told her about the above plumbing situation. However, she had cancelled the reservation after hearing that Roto-Rooter had solved the problem Wednesday; she was unaware of the problems that had developed Thursday night. Luckily, Dragos let us use his place Friday morning. She dropped me off for Greek then went home and napped (two hour time difference) before picking up lunch for us. We ate the Qdoba quickly since I was at work. Thankfully Roto-Rooter came out early Friday morning and snaked out the plumbing again, also putting a camera down to inspect the pipes. We were admonished to be careful about what we put down the pipes and that they would probably need to come back out in a week or so. (Tom left me a message on my cell phone saying that they had quoted him ~ $9500 to repair all the pipes; he's going to get another estimate this week.) After I got off work, we went down to the Dushanbe Teahouse for a short while and drank some excellent tea, though the service was a bit lacking. That night we went out to eat at Sherpa's with Dragos and Kristin (his girlfriend) before going back to his apartment for a rousing game of Scrabble. Sarah also got to meet Kristin's cattle-dog mix Sedona, who looks much different from Sarah's cattle-dog mix Lucy but who also shares many of the same personality traits. We slept in late on Saturday morning before going down to the farmer's market for lunch. In addition to the usual people, they also have cooked-food vendors at the market. Sarah got a smoothie, vegetable tamale, and pinto beans while I had an awesome Chicago-style hot dog and some Boulder chips. We drove over to Boulder Co-op and had some vegetarian dessert before heading home. I had picked up some athletic tape for my feet (which I'll explain in a bit) so I taped them up, put on my hiking boots, and we went for a walk around the NIST complex. Sarah was excited to see the prairie dogs again, mainly. Saturday night we went out to Pei-Wei in Broomfield for dinner (which was excellent) before going out with Dragos and Kristin. First, we went bowling at the UMC on campus, then we played some pool at The Attic, before heading to Pearl Street Pub for a game of darts (which we gave up on because nobody was able to score three bullseyes). Sunday morning we slept in through my first Ultimate game before rousing ourselves and heading down to Broomfield again for the second one. Apparently we had lost the first game to B-1 (no surprise) but we won our second game. A couple weeks ago I hurt my feet somehow playing Ultimate, and they've yet to heal. I taped them up and managed to play through the second game. I'm pretty sure I've injured (mildly) some of the ligaments along the tops of my feet. But, it was much warmer Sunday than it had been and the game was fun so we had a good time. After the game, we went over to BJ's and had free beer and cheap pizza for lunch. Once that was done, we got our swimsuits and relaxed in Dragos' hot tub for a while; I'm not sure if it was the hot tub or the combination of rest and Advil, but something made my feet feel better. Having dried off and changed, we drove up into the mountains near sunset through Nederland and eventually up to Eldora. Down in Boulder it was about 60 degrees, while up at Eldora (where there was snow on the ground) it was something like 38. We snapped some pictures in Eldora before stopping in Nederland at Kathmandu for some more Nepalese food (twice in three days). Upon arriving back in Boulder, we stopped at Boulder Chill for some 'WOW Cow' ice cream; Sarah can't find any in Bloomington and it's only nine calories an ounce while also being fat free. By the time we got home, it was time to sleep since her flight this morning left at 6:50 MDT. We went to bed but didn't fall asleep for a while because Kent was cleaning his room upstairs and the floor/ceiling is ridiculously creaky. In any case, Sarah got up at 4:00 this morning and got ready while I woke up at 5:00 and drove her to the airport. I went home and slept until it was time for work. I must say that I was completely surprised by her visit, but I enjoyed it immensely. Now I'm melancholy because we're apart again but c'est la vie. Such things must be done for now. But it's time to get back to work and accomplish something.

A tale of two games

We played our first games of the season this morning for Grass Roots Ultimate. Dragos is co-captain of my team, the Flying Disc Monsters (Discafarians). Our first game was at 9:45 down in Broomfield (Boulder is lacking in proper fields) against what appeared to be a pretty new-ish team. We won the game by reaching the score limit of 15 (to their 7). Our second game was at 11:45 or so against a team of great players. They were hucking that disc all the way down the field time and again. They scored a couple of points off the bat, but we came back and tied them up. In the process, Dragos' shin and one of the other team's arms had a nasty collision; I don't think anything was broken. The game stayed pretty close until the very end when they pulled ahead and hit the captain-agreed-upon score cap of 12. We ended up with 8 points, so it wasn't all that bad. They had some fast damn players and we just couldn't keep up at times. But, things should improve the more we play. Afterward, we went out to our sponsor restaurant BJ's for beer and pizza. The league coordinator showed up and bought each table a pitcher of beer, which when combined with our food discounts, meant that my total bill was $3.83. Not too shabby for a glass of doppelbock and a mini-pizza with jalapenos, pepperoni, tomatoes, cheese, and artichoke hearts. Anyway, I'm sore as hell and have piles of work to do for this week. Until next time. XAIPETE

The Searcher

Dragos goaded me a couple weeks ago into joining his (yeah, he's co-captain) Ultimate team for this fall. We had our first practice (six of fifteen showed up) on Wednesday night over at Tantra Park near his apartment. It was pretty fun, as we combined with two other teams and scrimmaged for a while. In the process, I managed to wipe and fall on my ass several times in addition to catching a disc with my face (it left a nice cut on my forehead). Having shown up in my tennis shoes, I quickly learned that cleats are a good equipment choice. So, I decided that this Saturday I would procure some cleated shoes. Today I followed through on that plan, but it didn't go quite as smoothly as I had anticipated. I trekked across Boulder to four different sports and/or shoe stores looking for the proper footwear. First, I went up north to Rocky Mountain Soccer. The workers were nice, the store was small but well-stocked, but the prices were a bit on the high side. So I ran across the street to Sports Authority in the dilapidated shopping center that also houses the DMV (an experience in itself). They carried far more shoes but none were in the size I needed. I didn't feel like buying shoes that were too small and not being able to return them, therefore wasting my money. Leaving there empty-handed, I jaunted down 28th to R.E.I. and quickly discovered that they don't carry soccer/football shoes. With instructions to look down near a local hardware store, I set out and came across Famous Footwear. They carried the proper shoe styles but were also bereft of my size. After visiting McGuckin's Hardware for a bolt for my desk, I came back down south to Play It Again Sports. The place was small, busy, and ill-stocked. With the advice to try Dick's down at Flatiron Crossing, I jumped on the highway (after getting $10 worth of gas) and discovered another Sports Authority outside Boulder. This was after circling the shopping center for ten minutes trying to find the store itself, as the signage was less than helpful. Once again, their selection had been ransacked. Feeling near the end of my rope, I finally arrived at Flatiron Mall and the Dick's. Behold, they were replete with both styles and sizes! Furthermore, an attendant actually helped me find the correct size (11.5) for these Nike football shoes. I ambled around the store for a few more minutes, browsing the wares, before checking out. The pricetag on the wall had read something like $34, but the shoes actually rang up at $24, with a total of $27.08 after tax ($10 cheaper than inferior shoes at the other stores). Patience pays for itself.