WetLeather Motorcycle Rider Information

I'm getting awfully tired of being on call 24/7. It should go away, or at least party away, when we get the new system implemented late in 2008. I know I'm whining, but wouldn't you be a bit fussy if you had a call from work at 3:30 a.m? It's not even a show-stopper. I'll go in around 10 and figure out what piece of ancient equipment decided to spasm, and fix it as well as I can.

On another note, we just finished up a delightful visit with Debb and Phil. They didn't complain about the cold and rain, and managed to be civil to my cousin's husband when we went out to a chaotic family dinner.

I have spent more time in Seattle (and on Vashon) these past few months than I have in the past couple of years. That's partly a longing to spend time with friends in the PNW, but mostly a need to lend a hand with Mark's surgery and travels. I started to write a fairly detailed account of our travels and non-adventures, but it was incredibly boring. Aside from the stress of Surgery Day, the charm of visiting with Wendy on Vashon for several days, and the beauty of some of the scenery along the standard freeway route between Escondido and Seattle, there really wasn't much going on.

I needed a long weekend somewhere away from home, dogs, parents, and even grandkids. Sometime a couple of months ago Dahlface had coerced me into buying a ticket for Denver. She coerced Beth and David into welcoming us into their home. I'm quite sure that all of us made it difficult for her to achieve her objectives, but she persevered. She's really quite persistent.

I arrived in Denver on time, bright (actually cold and windy) on early on Friday morning (9/22). Wendy wasn't so lucky, however. Her flight was delayed and I hung out at the airport doing homework on the laptop and waiting to see her shining face. She arrived, Beth picked us up, and the fun continued for the entire weekend. We ate a lot, drank not-a-lot (honestly), hung out with Wendy's cousins, hung out with ourselves, did a butt load of shopping (Wendy has new red boots to go with her new red sweater and my new red purse!). We did email. We did a VERY small amount of homework. We called and messaged loved ones. We chatted. We watched the Denzlers at the TT. Bethie got kind of sick, but we made her continue playing anyway.

It seems as if this has been the week, or two weeks for medical disasters. I was feeling kind of annoyed that I was going to have to take care of Mark (it *is* all about me, isn't it?). I was having a lovely Pity Party. There I was, visiting with my issues and whining. And then Tim posted about Lisa. And Gooz posted about Susan. And I found out that the five year old son of someone I like very much was being operated on for a brain tumor this morning. I think I've adjusted my point of view. Life might be stressful, and kind of boring, and demanding, but we're all alive and pretty healthy.