Awake at 0630. Admit the vegan surfer kid your daughter seems to like into the gated community. Mumble a quick prayer. Go back to sleep.
0630-0645: Toss fitfully.
0645: Arise and greet the day. And the vegan surfer kid. Who, it turns out, drinks coffee at age 15.
0650: Make a second pot of coffee. Bastard.
0730: Kiss the kids good-bye, the Hobbit too. Feel immensely priviliged not to have to jump into the 30-minute knife fight that is the morning commute.
0735: Look around the empty house regretfully.
0743 – 0845: Read the WSJ. Read the San Diego Tribune. Read the usual blogosupsects. Post some trash, just to keep the plates spinning.
0900: Wait for Skippy-san to do his “Crazy uncle in the attic” routine. Drum fingers.
1000: Decide that maybe playing 18 holes at Torrey Pines is a better use of leave than waiting for Skippy-san.
1030-1500: Play pretty damned average golf. Hit a few good shots. Promise to try this again next year.
1600: Get an 80-minute massage. Because you can.
1900: Pick up the calamari from El Fournaiou for the Kat, because nothing else would do. Have supper with the clan.
2000: Blog a bit.
2030: Wonder what’s going to happen next. Ponder the idea of doing homework. Reject the idea.
continuing...
2100: Watch “Inside,” a Denzell Walker bank robbery vehicle with SNO – interrupted by a 2215 hastening of school-aged daughters off to nod.
2230: Follow.
And any of this is a bad thing to do on a day off? My wife, God bless her sweet soul, would tell me in an instant to “veg” if I want on my rare days off. Gotta smell the roses sometimes, Lex.
Crazy uncle in the attic? I don’t think so………
I do more ranting before 9 o’clock than most people do all day.
I prefer to think of myself as eclectic if you please. And its pretty clear we are not related at least in terms of opinions.
Go play golf. You’ll have a better time.
Do I hear the echos of a “gratuitious slap” in the blogoneighborhood? (or was it two?)
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Torrey… a dream. Someday I will get both Torrey and Pebble and see how my little Michigan 5 handicap holds up on the big boys! How fun for you to just decide to play and bop down there…
What a great day off…
I’m with Byron and his wife – vegging out on a day off is what’s called for. If it happens to be on a pristine beach with cabana boys to serve me…but I digress.
Golfing, yes. Calamari, yum, when’s dinner tonite???
My family’s motto is one that I happily share with any and all: “We aren’t here for a long time, we’re here for a good time.” My bank accounts may not be as robust as they could be, but I don’t really care. I’m living life and living it as large as I can.
Something we all should do from time to time. Keep on keepin’ on Cap’n.
Agree wih the others, ongoing disagreement with my Mum when the question of how your weekend went comes up.
She calls it lazy, I call it enjoying myself as you ought to.
Conflicted here. You would like to slap around the vegan surfer kid, which is understandable, but as a vegan I’m uncomfortable with that being an objectionable adjective.
Vegans tend to be the most moral peoples imaginable, although some of us are sometimes trumped by the Jains.
What heresy! Homework on leave? You sound positively —- “nucular”. Take a deep breath, because you just feel guilty for concentrating on yourself instead of everybody else. A little ME is OK every once in a while.
CAPT Lex, someone needs an attitude check, and it ain’t me. If you can have fun on liberty overseas, but can’t seem to find the right station on the radio at home, then you need a hobby or a severe re-education camp. Get a good hobby. Golf is good. Quit putting off steeping yourself in it and achieving proficiency. That way, when you’re 70 you can beat the shorts off the other old farts who challenge your authority on the course, and shame quite a few snotnosed childlike middle-agers as well.
Dude, you need a VACATION!
Subsunk
Sounds like a perfectly wonderful day, Lex (except for the surfer dude, of course).
RFLOL
I think they got you pegged, Lex!
You remind me of my other (not necessarily better) half…he doesn’t know what to do with an extra day off or two either – unless it involves some sort of fix it up project around the house. I, on the other hand, do “vacation time” very well.
You sound a little overstressed; there must be something – do you read “for pleasure” – forget the news and political stuff, maybe just some escapism? no bike back yet I take it?… perhaps you should make the golf and the massage daily tasks. Just don’t forget to have dinner on the table when the clan returns
Priorities, man, priorities LOL
Get a grip man! Who da boss? Even in this world you shore do get a lot a female advice!
80 minute massage? Where do you get that; dial up from yellow pages?
No slack for light attack! Dead bug!
El BADbob
Wanna trade? You can even keep your paycheck. Think of it, you could have the joys of being a nub shiny-piper and I could spend 80 minutes chasing vegans with golf clubs. Or something.
Walker?