Not an all bad weekend, considering I was A) oncall and B) left home to fend for myself. OK, not exactly “fend for myself,” I was left portions of food clearly labeled with what to eat when. Being oncall took out any opportunity of entertainment, so it was a pretty laid-back weekend overall though.
As I mentioned, I was left to fend for myself. In greater detail, Donette had driven to St. Louis to attend our niece’s graduation ceremony and the accompanying festivities. I’d have been there, but the dreaded oncall precluded my attendance. So, I sat home and did a whole lotta nothing. Got a good 1/2-dozen more foreign language action movies under my belt.
Saturday I got some exercise in. Munkirs came over and we rode our bikes down near the Plaza to participate in the Tour de Nicu ride. We opted for the 45 mile route, which we completed without too much trouble. Honestly, it was a rather marginal ride though, not sure I will do it again next year. The route covered all the local Neonatal Units, which is certainly a worthy enough cause. However, this resulted in a 45 mile ride with all the rest stops squeezed together in about a 10 mile span. Good idea, just not very practical as it pertains to a bike ride. The route seemed to be mostly uphill too, and most definitely spent too much time winding through neighborhoods. Geez, I felt like I’d ridden around the block 80 times to get the miles in; One stop sign after another. Add to that a good stiff breeze in our faces the majority of the time and it just didn’t make for an entirely enjoyable outing. After that I laid around on the couch the majority of the remaining day, with the exception of heading over to Leawood to attend my cousin’s baby shower. (Well, not really a “baby shower,” because guys don’t go to baby showers… She’s already had her baby, so it was a “meet our little girl” party or whatever you call that.)
Sunday I walked Teagan up to the nearby school for some fetch, then my Mom and sister picked me up for lunch at Houston’s. I don’t know if it’s the rather stringent diet the wife and I have been following lately or what, but I think that was the best salad I’ve ever tasted in my life. Holy smokes it was good. Seared tuna chunks over mixed greens with mango, avocado, and pickled ginger, and a cilantro vinaigrette dressing. Whew. I killed that thing, and if they had asked if I wanted a free refill I think I’d have knocked out another one. After that I lounged around the rest of the day, watching the Royal’s rather exciting game and waiting for Donette to get home. On a whim, I fired up the fire pit in the back yard and burned up a bunch of scrap sticks that have been building up. While I was sitting in a chair throwing sticks in the fire Teagan decided she needed some more fetch, so I tossed the ball to her for a solid two hours or so. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her so worn out. She didn’t even get out of bed for her breakfast this morning; I can’t really quantify that statement other than to say I’ve never seen it happen before, she is a rather enthusiastic diner. Probably should have held a mirror under her nose or something.