The Soreness Begins

It's spring-time once again. The birds are signing, the trees are blooming, and the children are behaving like animals. Also, ultimate season has officially started for Nelly and I.

This weekend, we went down to Delaware to play in the Beth Coltman Memorial tournament in Lewes, DE. We went down with my old team "Your Mom" because they were going and they promised that no one on our team would really try that hard.

Now, one might argue that half of the team drinking heavily on the sideline is not a recipe for success. In this case, that argument would have been the correct one. We lost all our games, getting blown out in most of them. Our last two games we made close, so it wasn't a complete travesty (except if you were to look at just the win-loss column).

Cape Henlopen State Park is right at the horn of Delaware's northern coast. It's pretty, um, windy there. Which makes for some ugly ugly ultimate. Mostly involving trying to throw the disk as far downfield as possible and then setting up what basically amounts to a wall of people to stand in front of the throwers. Nobody was winning any pretty points. But it was good cover for the fact that everyone on our team was out of shape and hadn't practiced in months.

So, now it's monday morning. I am exhausted, my face is sunburned, my hands are sunburned, my back is sore, my neck is sore, my legs are sore and my entire right arm is sore. And I feel great!

Nelly's Travels

I had been meaning to blog a bit about this past weekend, but I never got around to it. Myself, I didn't do very much interesting. But Nelly went down to Charlotte to visit her sister who is currently completing her first year at Davidson. She had a wonderful time down there, while I was miserable and lonely the whole weekend.

Except for when I was hanging out with Laurie. Laurie, you rock! But even when I was having fun I was still missing her a ton.

But, my dear readers, I did not despair, because I knew that she would return to me (despite the trials and tribulations of flying into Newark Airport). And yesterday she came back. And there was much rejoicing. Hooooray!

Hmmm, maybe the reason I didn't blog about this was that it turns out I don't have much to say. Well, I just want to get it down in writing that I really really missed her and when she came back I was super-duper ecstatic.

And Now the Conclusion of the Rav Saga

I worked from home yesterday, anticipating that the Rav would be out of the shop that afternoon. Indeed, at 9:15 Tom from Caldwell Toyota called and informed me (through choppy cell reception) that my car was ready to go.

Not only that, but Tom informed me that they were able to save the muffler which chopped $300 off the price. Final cost to me (including tax), $1024. Not so bad, Rav. Not so bad.

The car drives like it always has, but it doesn't make a loud rumbling noise anymore. Just a quiet, comforting put-put-put. It has shiny new piping on its underside. I think secretly the Rav is proud of that; it's like a surgical scar. I have to make sure I convince the Rav not to roll over and show off.