It's already Thursday, so I thought I'd go ahead and post a few ramblings and some pictures about last weekend. I would have done this yesterday (so soon!) but our apartment turned into a sweltering internet dead zone, so we had to pack up the 'puters and go to the library, where I felt compelled to actually spend my time job searching. Despite my dedication, I still only managed to apply for one (non-Courtney approved) job, and it didn't even feel any cooler in there than our lovely abode. As I type this (poached signal reacquired), I have a fan blowing on me and my right foot in a bucket if ice water. Beats turning the AC on.
So last Friday my mom calls about twenty minutes before she and my father arrive to tell me to get the fish tank ready for some aquatic interlopers. I vaguely recall her telling me that she had been unsuccessful in trying to give away the fish that have resided in her elementary school library for several years and whose tank is being decommissioned. I may have told her I'd take the fish if she was just going to flush them otherwise but didn't think she'd actually want to bother hauling them three and a half hours north.
I was wrong. After gently breaking the news to Fishy, a guppy who has had our large tank to himself for over a year and a half and telling him to enjoy his last moments of peace and quiet, my parents showed up with a bucket full of filthy water and four fish that hadn't been fed in weeks. Despite the stress, they all survived the introduction to their new home. Fishy wasn't happy about it, but I believe he shared those details with you earlier in the week. By the way, my thanks to him for providing some content here in my laziness. His contempt for me has been noted and will be returned in spades. Ingrate.
We had a wonderful Knoxville weekend with the 'rents, enjoying some hiking, a little picnicking and much eating out. Oh, and we made the drive of shame out to see the minor league baseball team that Knoxville allowed to move to the next county over. Shame, Knoxville, shame. Courtney wrote up the weekend in a more timely fashion here, so I'll save those of you who read her a repeat narrative. I'll just give you some pictures, my specialty of late.
So last Friday my mom calls about twenty minutes before she and my father arrive to tell me to get the fish tank ready for some aquatic interlopers. I vaguely recall her telling me that she had been unsuccessful in trying to give away the fish that have resided in her elementary school library for several years and whose tank is being decommissioned. I may have told her I'd take the fish if she was just going to flush them otherwise but didn't think she'd actually want to bother hauling them three and a half hours north.
I was wrong. After gently breaking the news to Fishy, a guppy who has had our large tank to himself for over a year and a half and telling him to enjoy his last moments of peace and quiet, my parents showed up with a bucket full of filthy water and four fish that hadn't been fed in weeks. Despite the stress, they all survived the introduction to their new home. Fishy wasn't happy about it, but I believe he shared those details with you earlier in the week. By the way, my thanks to him for providing some content here in my laziness. His contempt for me has been noted and will be returned in spades. Ingrate.
We had a wonderful Knoxville weekend with the 'rents, enjoying some hiking, a little picnicking and much eating out. Oh, and we made the drive of shame out to see the minor league baseball team that Knoxville allowed to move to the next county over. Shame, Knoxville, shame. Courtney wrote up the weekend in a more timely fashion here, so I'll save those of you who read her a repeat narrative. I'll just give you some pictures, my specialty of late.
Azalea. Ick.
Chicken salad and Sun Chips by the French Broad River.
In case you were wondering, I have now switched to my left foot in the bucket.
Teaser: For those of you looking for the perfect way to commemorate your "southern pride," tune in tomorrow for information regarding a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
10 comments:
Oh, I feel left out! I have no southern pride. I refer to growing up outside of NYC as being from down south, but I don't think that counts.
Pretty pictures! Glad you had a good weekend.
What is a non-Courtney approved job? Are you applying to be a Chippendale dancer?
A non-Courtney approved job is a park ranger in the Tetons. You've already done it (three times!), it's only seasonal, it has no future, and there are no job opportunities for me in Jackson Hole. Time to move on, Mick.
Hey, I think Allie is on to something Chippendales! They must make mad money, no?
Or a park ranger. Whatever floats your boat. Jackson Hole IS supposed to be amazingly beautiful... maybe Courtney could spend her time crafting Adirondack chairs or whittling corn cob pipes or something?
YAY! You made it to Max Patch!
Oh the life ruled by seasonal work, how I know you well. Courtney and I really do have a lot in common.
I think you should be a Chippendales dancer stationed in a national park so you can entertain lonely hikers.
How do you convince your parents to go hiking with you? My mom acts like she's 100 and incapable of doing long walking, much less hiking!
You know, your fellow bloggers are on to something. Chippendales would be great; you've already got a construction worker outfit, in case they have a theme night or something.
allie- Don't quite have the bod for a Chippendale. Good idea, though. See Courtney's comment.
courtney- Ouch, man.
npw- Courtney's not much of a whittler.
em- Yeah, thanks for the Max Patch recommendation!
noelle- I think that's how all those bigfoot sightings came about. I'm not exactly that hairy, but you can't be too sure.
meaghan- The hiking is their idea. Now that between them they have arthritis and bad knees, they've decided they want to hike more. And good call on the construction worker- that helmet needs to get some use.
Hey, it's great to see your dad's new knee was up to that!
I enjoyed the photo tours of your weekend. Thank you for sharing.
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