Skydiving: Father’s Day 2009

Suited up and ready to go. From the looks of me, I’m getting ready to board the plane, or possibly a short bus.

the latter is more likely

I just let go of the strut on the wing of the plane, striking a pose. I was supposed to assume an arched-back position, but I didn’t quite get it.

looking fabulous, also screaming my head off

It may have been the wrong pose, but I held it.

VOGUE

Hallelujah! My chute is opening!

I’M NOT DEAD… YET!

Just before my main canopy opened, for which I am eternally grateful. Note that I am still holding that ridiculous pose.

and my life insurance company rejoices

Sticking the landing. Mostly. Sorry for the poor photo quality, but the photo was taken on a cellphone by a stranger nearly 100 yards away. You’ll just have to take my word for it that it’s me.

if you squint really hard you can see the wet spot on my jeans

These are a few of my favorite things

Two gifts I received years ago, one I received today. (Only one of those gifts will be on display in the basement.)

one made in China, the others made in… well, you know 

Happy Father’s Day 2009 to me.

The last Weekend Roundup you will ever see ever… probably

Is it Sunday evening already? Seriously? And I gotta waste it typing up hundreds of words about how I folded towels and went to the hardware store? I don’t think I want to do that, and I don’t think you want to read about it. Do you? Lord knows I wouldn’t. It’s my life, and I can tell you right now, it ain’t that interesting. (Though next weekend should be an exception… stay tuned.)

So yeah… I’m probably done with these Weekend Roundups for a while. I’d like to start doing more during the regular week. You know, a few shorter posts and photos and such rather than some enormous tome banged out reluctantly on a Sunday afternoon. We’ll see, I guess, if I can actually stick to that. Seems like more work for me, frankly, but I need a break from these Weekend Roundups. They’re killing me, can’t you see that?! Every word I type sucks a little bit more life out of me. Well, not really, but anyway I’m sick of ‘em. But as I said, don’t worry: I’ll still be doing something, and probably more often than I am now. So keep coming back.

Until the next time I feel like writing on this thing, here’s a nice little video I put together about… okay, it’s about our weekend. So I guess I’m kind of undercutting everything I just said. Nonetheless, enjoy: A Day on Lake Waukomis, looking back on a fun, relaxing day at the lake home of our friends Don and Jansen.

A bunch of pictures from the weekend… as good a Weekend Roundup as you can hope to get

Long, exhausting weekend… so I’m just going to throw up some pics and hope for the best.

We went camping at Smithville Lake.

too tired for alt text

This is where we slept while there.

like savages

Here’s our friends Rob and Corrie, who were there at the same time. Coincidence?

I’m glad someone’s happy, this is because I was not

Here’s Steven with their kids Justice and Gracious.

remember when Steven was this cute… so long ago

We were finally able to get the kids to sleep… sleep which, for me, never came.

not pictured: me, not sleeping

The next morning, I cooked breakfast in the rain (thanks, Jon, for sheltering the precious bacon)…

nothing worse than sodden pork

… while all the kiddies romped about in The Party Tent, aka our place…

better here than in my house

… and Maya made a new friend.

that dog should be riding in a psychedelic van and solving mysteries

We eventually packed up and left, much to my allergies’ relief. By Sunday night, I was feeling better, and we were visited by a couple of old friends of mine from my college days. Steve, shown here with his wife Sara:

finally a happy couple in our home

And here with me…showing either how much he has grown or how much I have shrunk.

hairlines have shrunk in both cases

Our mutual friend Sande was also in town that day, shown here smiling despite being forced to be in my presence again after years of freedom.

time has only been kind to one of us

And finally… the three of us, who hung out together back in the day (along with Kathy, who could not join us, probably because she hates me–not that I blame her… who doesn’t hate me?) are together again.

and only one of us has matured

Just like college, except with more baldness and less maturity.