September 08, 2003

how I spent my weekend

Don't ask me why I'm less inclined to update during the weekends, but I am. I
think it has something to do with not being stuck in front of a monitor for
hours on end.

So, the weekend, more or less in
order:

Went a-rowing Saturday morning for a videotaping session. Got
taped, returned boat to boatyard, hurried back down to pilot boat so others could
be taped (the City rents its launch out for cheap, but Rudder and I are the only
two checked out on it). It is astonishingly relaxing to ride around on a gas-
powered boat watching others sweat behind a pair of oars. I bet Cleopatra rode
her barge up and down the Nile, just to watch (on the upwind leg) her bargemen
sweating in the sun, their oiled muscles gleaming.... Uh, sorry, I digress.
Afterwards, we went into the lake ops building to watch ourselves on tape. Turns
out I've got a weird bobble with my left hand I need to correct, and I open up my
body too soon (sorry, takes too long to explain; just take my word I shouldn't)
but not too bad overall. Rudder is upset because he "shoots his slide" moving his
body back before his oars are in the water, pure wasted effort. On the other hand,
he can beat just about anyone on the lake. I, on the other hand, may have decent
form but am slow. I need a rowing event where they give style
points!

After we went out to breakfast with She-Hulk, we got home to
find we'd missed T2 and Egret at the lake, probably while we were watching the
tape. We relaxed a bit, did a few errands, then went over to see them and meet the
next generation. (I suppose if their mother is Egret, that makes them chicks.)
They're less than two months old now, or in other words, itty wee chicklets wif
the tiny ears and the itsy-teeny fingernails and the cloud-soft fuzzy little
heads. Awww... They also take turns fussing every few minutes, seem to be hungry
quite a lot, and then of course there's the whole diaper thing. Definitely didn't
leave me with any desire ever to have twins. But they sure are cute, not to
mention, as Rudder said, being very "interactive" for such young babies. He's very
good with babies and little kids, actually, but tends to refer to them as if they
were video games.

On Sunday we went over another rowers house to see
some video of the Masters Nationals races. Possibly because one of the primary
cameramen was 10 and the other nearly 15, the video wasn't as closely focused or
helpful as we'd have wished.

Then Sunday evening we had a bit of a
spat, quite likely because, well, remember a week or so ago when I reported that I
told Rudder he needed to focus on me and us a bit, having focused mostly on rowing
for the previous two months? (Actually, I'm not sure if I reported that here, but
I did tell him, all proud of myself for being proactive about asking for what I
needed.) Notice how we spent the weekend? Rowing, rowing, babies, rowing, rowing.
Definitely a pattern there. It's partly my fault, though; when he was dithering
over whether to apply for the Head of the CHarles, I probalby shouldn't have
talked him in to it. I didn't think he'd want to train as intensely as he's now
planning to. Then again, even if I hadn't talked him into it, he'd still be
training for just in case he decides to row a marathon two weeks after the
Charles, so I can't take all the blame. Sigh.

Posted by dichroic at September 8, 2003 04:59 PM
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