We are slowly but surely getting moved into our new house. \u00a0Very slowly, maybe not so surely. \u00a0I somehow imagined having all kinds of free time out here; \u00a0Not really working out that way in practice. \u00a0Always some good football game on, or the weather is too nice to sit inside, or other similar monumental events. \u00a0It’ll get there. \u00a0(Won’t it?)<\/p>\n
Friday I made an attempt at keeping up my end-of-week happy hour tradition. \u00a0I had a fine evening I guess. \u00a0I sat on the back patio at the house and pondered the deep question: \u00a0“If you sit alone on your back patio, can you really call it happy hour?” \u00a0I didn’t come up with a decisive answer. \u00a0If you sit at the Brooksider with a table full of people but don’t talk to anyone, is THAT happy hour? \u00a0Heavy thoughts man, heavy thoughts. \u00a0I know I enjoyed the 70 degree weather, the fire pit, and a short cigar. \u00a0Grilled up some rather nice mahi mahi on the ol’ Weber for dinner, then played a few rounds of Wii with the wife to round out the day.<\/p>\n
Saturday never quite got off the ground for some reason. \u00a0The Missouri game came on at some unholy hour of morning… 9:00 if I remember right? \u00a0This PST is sort of inconvenient in some respects, sporting events being one of them. \u00a0We tuned in though, it made for a good start to the day I suppose. \u00a0It was evident they had the game well in hand by half time, so Teagan and I strolled up the street and played some ball at the nearby park. \u00a0After that the day kind of just went by. \u00a0We watched several more college games that we had only marginal interest in, I washed the motorcycle, slept intermittently on the couch… \u00a0And that was about it.<\/p>\n
Sunday we had a bit more energy, or at least got a bit more accomplished. \u00a0I put a little effort into my new home network, with absolutely no progress. \u00a0(The temptation here to go on a detailed tangent of my Uverse issues, possible fixes, and past failures, is almost overwhelming. \u00a0I shall refrain though. \u00a0You’re welcome.) \u00a0Given the lack of a Chief’s game, we headed out to get some shopping done. \u00a0We are definitely doing better about eating at home now, (mostly because we can barely afford our rent,) but haven’t quite settled on whether to grocery shop day-by-day or once a week. \u00a0Both approaches have their own advantage. \u00a0At any rate, this week we bought most everything at once. \u00a0My major purchase (or at least most interesting) was a tri tip roast from Costco. \u00a0I’ve been searching in vain for a brisket since we got here. \u00a0I’m not sure they can be found. \u00a0Urban legend has it that they occasionally show up at Costco, but I sure haven’t seen them. \u00a0Apparently when in California, the beef consumer is relegated to the “tri tip” cut. \u00a0Hmmm. \u00a0Color me skeptical. \u00a0They look<\/em> sort of like a brisket, but that’s where the similarity ends. \u00a0One major difference is they only take about an hour to cook. \u00a0What the heck are you supposed to do with the rest of your day??!?!? \u00a0Gone is the excuse, “Sorry, can’t do that today, got to keep an eye on my brisket.” \u00a0Lame. \u00a0Oh well, I guess this is one more major cultural difference I’ll just have to overcome. \u00a0(It came out pretty darn tasty though.)<\/p>\n
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