This morning I continued my rather impressive streak of miscalculating the rain.  Yep, it’s gonna be a damp day in the ol’ cubicle.  As usual, I made the fateful decision to ride the scooter in while surveying the sky from the front yard, and deciding that it was going to be clear for at least another hour.  This bold prediction came to me despite the inescapable fact that I was getting wet from, well, the falling rain.  Hey, it looked clearer to the north though.  And, as always, it took but a few blocks to discover that it was neither clear or getting any clearer.  At this point, faced with either turning around and catching the bus or riding on, I threw out my standard-issue “bad idea #3,” being “Eh, how wet could I possible get in 7 miles?”  Dripping wet?  Soaked to the skin?  Somewhere along those lines.  I’m pretty sure the rain settled in directly over my head and followed me all the way, like Charlie Brown on a scooter.  Matter of fact I might just go shop around for one of those Charlie Brown sweaters and wear it whenever it looks cloudy out.

Wow, that was just about perfect weather last night, at least as far as I’m concerned.  Everyone can keep their seasons, I’d take that evening 356 days a year.  I made an attempt at enjoying it while it lasted, too.  As soon as I got home I took the pup for a nice two-mile walk, then headed out to Leawood for a group bike ride.  Man, it was so nice out it was even nice in Leawood!  I ran into one of my old college buddies at the ride, so we caught up some while sort of cruising along the 17 mile route.  (I’ve seen him since college, but it’s been a while.)  Maybe this weather will hold out for the weekend too, that would be a nice change.  Oh, wait, they are predicting snow on Saturday.  Really.

We’re off to a healthy start this week, with a trip to “Boot Camp” last night.  Wow those things wear me out.  You know you’re in trouble when the warm-ups leave you so winded you feel like it should be time to go home.  With the nicer weather last night, the instructor threw a new twist into the class:  A jog around the block.  This left me with the very disappointing reality that I cannot even run one block.  Sad.  Disheartening.  Depressing, even.  Oh well, it will get better.  Probably around the time we are done taking the classes, I imagine.

Heavy sigh.  I am less than enthused.  But I shall honor my “obligation” of updating this I suppose.  Let’s see…  Friday I went down to the Brooksider to see “the boys.”  I hadn’t been there all week, and I was honestly pretty excited to hang out.  Nice night too, sounded like the perfect crime.  I scootered by Diebel’s and picked up a nice 1/2-price stogie and was on the patio by 4:15.  The evening was something of a let-down as it turned out.  I guess that’s what happens when you get excited about something.  Solid crowd though;  Martin, Brice, and Fahlstrom showed up so we had a good round of BBQ planning.  It was crowded and loud though, and my Macanudo Cru Royale cigar was a disaster.  Meanwhile, Donette was out with “the girls” doing whatever girls do when they go out.

Saturday I started off the day by taking a nice walk with the pup.  We headed north up the Trolley Trail, and had a fine social stroll.  We ran into a charity dog wash down near 63rd.  She didn’t care for that much, but grudgingly put up with it.  The rest of the walk was moderately uncomfortable, as my shoes and socks got soaked in the bath process, but we made it down to the pet store where she picked out a tasty bone and a new chew toy.  After that, we walked back home, took a quick rest, then loaded up and drove to the Penn Valley dog park for some play time.  She did quite famously there.  There were only a few other dogs there, so it was fun without being too overwhelming.  Having sufficiently tired out the dog, I headed down to the Brooksider again to watch the Royals game.  I didn’t really want to, mind you, I just felt like I sort of got cheated on Friday night.  I busted out a La Flor Dominicana stogie that I’d been saving since last September, and it proved infinitely better than the Macanudo.  The weather was ideal too, I’d say it made up for Friday.  The only downside was that everybody was watching the stupid golf game.  Errrr, BORING!!  I had to practically beg to get one TV turned to the Royals, but at least they humored me so I could watch the game.

Sunday morning Munkirs came over for a quick bike ride.  Turned out to be a really quick ride;  Neither of us were feeling particularly energetic apparently.  Man, that wind was something, it seemed to be right in our faces no matter which way we turned.  We ground out 12 miles and called it a day.  Most of the remaining Sunday passed without incident.  We did head out to Los Cabos for dinner, which was actually quite good.  (If I sound surprised, it’s because I refuse to believe that a world exists south of 83rd Street.)  Sort of over-ate though, we were both so stuffed it kind of ended the day.  I spent the rest of the evening on the couch watching another Resident Evil installment.

Ahhh, 3-day weekend.  I’m all about that.  So far my morning has consisted of coffee, a bagel, and about 30 games of Word Twist on Facebook.  It’s gonna be a humdinger of a day, I can tell already.

Donette got home from her latest adventure last night.  On the way to pick her up, Teagan and I stopped by her parents house for a visit.  She got along just famously with their dog Charlie, although she seemed genuinely concerned that he wouldn’t play tug with her.  On the other end of the spectrum, she was not a big hit with their three cats.  Ohhhh, for a video camera.  I’m not really sure what triggered them, but one of them attacked and the other two instantly joined in.  They were (literally) flying at her from three different directions with a tactically coordinated “strike and retreat” method.  Poor little Teagan was so baffled she ended up on the floor covering her head with her paws.  Geez, between getting beat up by Bob’s dog last weekend and now a pack of cats, her confidence has to be taking a hit.  She seemed to shake it off pretty quickly though, she was back to jacking with them in no time, from behind the relative safety of a baby gate.  Which, incidentally, didn’t speak too well to her intelligence…  She didn’t appear to have any recognition that the sounds they were making were most definitely not of a friendly nature.  Oh well, she’ll learn.  (Or not.)