Washington Weekend Wrap, melt down...

Summer is here, actually the August burning brown the grass and the people, must have skipped July entirely. Sun, lots of Sun, and not a cloud in the sky, motorcycle weather. We said good bye to our son, going off to serve in Hawaii (well, someone has to do it) and rejoin his wife, in-laws and friends. He moves so much faster than his parents and he left good memories, things to think about and a cordless mouse for his Dad to speed around the computer cave with, I can actually do vertical mousings now - from across the room in the daybed. Remind me that second time visits to Sea Tac airport in a short time period are a bit sadder than the first one.

My wife went to catch up with Church stuff and I go off to walk, jog, run in a Relay for Cancer, and find myself lost for forty minutes, then find the High School in time for my turn. Get on the track early and the Weekend meltdown has started. I have a drivers side sunburn, and the Relay is closing for heat problems two hours early. They did well on lots of participants, donations and pledges, big band sounds and dedication to defeating cancer. Back to home and hiding from the Sun - the grass is burning brittle by now, my wife re-introduces me to the fan and feeds me iced fruit juices. I find an old high school classmate in my email and ask him for his bio - since he seems to have read mine. I wander the blogs and notice the other parts of the world, Sailorcurt sends co-ordination messages, he and Big Bad Wolf are in Washington working, both from Virginia, both former Navy and never have met before (save on cyberspace blogs) so while here on Sunday it is set up.

Sunday, if I were going to exercise get it done real early, or talk myself out of it quickly... did the latter faster than I should have, I am so easy. Dress for church, I do wear a tie and ride my motorcycle, last day as head usher and we wish there were air conditioning, but I demonstrate using the bulletin program as a fan by vigorous movement. The Pastor brings rousing Amens while preaching a return to God in our country, always and first. But isn't that like preaching to the choir? Well, my anxiety level is getting up to peak, the Outback Steakhouse doesn't open until three, I am no longer a social fellow - but I will try. Riding fast keeps me cooling as I enjoy Sunshine, purring bike and V signs with the others in the brotherhood - still don't know what it means to them but always means I am riding to me.

Well, the talk was rich, constant and interesting - you should have been here. But then it was just men and what we know and feel strongly about and wanted to share. The steak was great and the waitress efficient, lovely and one hopes her love life is wonderful, I was there for the talk and got way too many calories in the desert, but I didn't want to stop - could have gone for more hours easily but had wife waiting to see a North Korean song and dance troop. Back burning up miles on the highway at high speeds, safely, of course. The weekend has already claimed a twenty year old on a motorcycle at high alcohol speed.

Don't know how they did it, but Seattle had its marathon with the mishaps that brings, at least they started early enough. My son sends his pictures of Dad on motorcycle, he tells me I should get some of Mount Rainier in the background, well, maybe but when will he be back to take it?