20060410 Galveston
20060410 Galveston
We've just been told at work that they will be rearranging some of our cubicles into a large pod. Oh, no, we're becoming pod-people! Eeek! We'll have just a little desk space, that's it. Oh, joy. They had this before, it's kind of like "Grab a desk when you get in in the morning, if you're late you may be out of luck."
This weekend, we took Talesia to a friend's house for the weekend, and we took off for Galveston. We had lunch at the state park, fed the seagulls, then went to the seawall. We rollerbladed for a bit, then sat down to feed the gulls there. After throwing a very considerable amount of crackers, bread, and goldfish crackers to the ravenous flock (no one EVER feeds them), we sat and blew bubbles.
Now, I brought some small bottles of bubbles, and we opened them to sit and have fun. Lynn didn't skate much as a kid, but I did. So I am far more adept on the rollerblades than he is. Or so the theory goes... We sat on the seawall blowing bubbles in the strong wind. Well, the cap of Lynn's bubbles went flying down a large ramp that leads down to the sand. I figured I could go get it. No problem, right? Down I went, down the ramp to hell, after the bottle lid. I started down and tried to slow myself with the back brake, but was quick to realize this was a recipe for disaster, I would end up sprawled on the pavement soon. Next I tried tacking, but found I was moving too quickly to manage that, and I would certainly hit the sand at the bottom of the ramp. Ick. And not good for the blades. Plan C - skate to the wall and use it to stop me. That should be ok, right? Little did I realize the speed at which one may travel on rollerblades down a ramp like that - I think I was breaking the sound barrier. I reached out for the wall, expecting to slightly abrade my hands. The hand that hit first has a nice, large, even bruise all along the side. Then the other hand hit. Then my face. Then the ground reached up to squash me between it and the air above. Lynn (remember he doesn't skate all that well?) looked at me, and he knew that if he tried to come to my aid, he would end up in being hauled to the hospital by some band of kids on skateboards, and the mental image was too much. He just looked at me and said "Are you ok?", but could do little else. "Nothing hurt worse than my dignity." I had worn shorts to enjoy the sunshine, and the road rash I now sported was rather impressive. The blood stopped spurting (ok, oozing) after a bit, and I had a good laugh, but if my face bruises up from where it hit the pavement (the other side hit the wall), I'll just tell them that my husband has been beating me up. ;-)
We rode the ferry looking for dolphins (unsuccessfully), went to the Rainforst Cafe for dinner (overpriced, cutesy atmosphere, decent food but not a lot of variety), then played backgammon before passing out.
Sunday saw us kayaking for the first time, then we enjoyed a great restaurant named Casey's - great food, great service. We were told the best place to go for ice cream was LaKing's, which turned out to be a confectionary store and old-fashioned ice cream parlour. We got lots of nice (if you like that sort of thing) truffles and chocolates to take home, and some other candies, and got ice cream to go. Across the street, a flock of people gawked and squawked, so we went to investigate. Blue tarp covered part of the sidewalk, and an artist was set up with his canvas, spray paints, and - a gas mask. Hard rock music played as he set up his canvas on a milk crate and blasted into his work! He was incredible, painting beautiful planet scenes and moonsets on the ocean in 5 minutes! We watched in awe as he painted the background, then tore art paper and used it to cover part of the canvas as a stencil to paint the next section. An old coffee can guided the paint as he created the moon, and various quick utensils and paper flew in his hands as he used his fabulous skill to create really beautiful art in minutes before a crowd. As he finished, he shot a flame over the canvas a bit to set the paint, and showed us his finished piece. It was a fantastic!
We've just been told at work that they will be rearranging some of our cubicles into a large pod. Oh, no, we're becoming pod-people! Eeek! We'll have just a little desk space, that's it. Oh, joy. They had this before, it's kind of like "Grab a desk when you get in in the morning, if you're late you may be out of luck."
This weekend, we took Talesia to a friend's house for the weekend, and we took off for Galveston. We had lunch at the state park, fed the seagulls, then went to the seawall. We rollerbladed for a bit, then sat down to feed the gulls there. After throwing a very considerable amount of crackers, bread, and goldfish crackers to the ravenous flock (no one EVER feeds them), we sat and blew bubbles.
Now, I brought some small bottles of bubbles, and we opened them to sit and have fun. Lynn didn't skate much as a kid, but I did. So I am far more adept on the rollerblades than he is. Or so the theory goes... We sat on the seawall blowing bubbles in the strong wind. Well, the cap of Lynn's bubbles went flying down a large ramp that leads down to the sand. I figured I could go get it. No problem, right? Down I went, down the ramp to hell, after the bottle lid. I started down and tried to slow myself with the back brake, but was quick to realize this was a recipe for disaster, I would end up sprawled on the pavement soon. Next I tried tacking, but found I was moving too quickly to manage that, and I would certainly hit the sand at the bottom of the ramp. Ick. And not good for the blades. Plan C - skate to the wall and use it to stop me. That should be ok, right? Little did I realize the speed at which one may travel on rollerblades down a ramp like that - I think I was breaking the sound barrier. I reached out for the wall, expecting to slightly abrade my hands. The hand that hit first has a nice, large, even bruise all along the side. Then the other hand hit. Then my face. Then the ground reached up to squash me between it and the air above. Lynn (remember he doesn't skate all that well?) looked at me, and he knew that if he tried to come to my aid, he would end up in being hauled to the hospital by some band of kids on skateboards, and the mental image was too much. He just looked at me and said "Are you ok?", but could do little else. "Nothing hurt worse than my dignity." I had worn shorts to enjoy the sunshine, and the road rash I now sported was rather impressive. The blood stopped spurting (ok, oozing) after a bit, and I had a good laugh, but if my face bruises up from where it hit the pavement (the other side hit the wall), I'll just tell them that my husband has been beating me up. ;-)
We rode the ferry looking for dolphins (unsuccessfully), went to the Rainforst Cafe for dinner (overpriced, cutesy atmosphere, decent food but not a lot of variety), then played backgammon before passing out.
Sunday saw us kayaking for the first time, then we enjoyed a great restaurant named Casey's - great food, great service. We were told the best place to go for ice cream was LaKing's, which turned out to be a confectionary store and old-fashioned ice cream parlour. We got lots of nice (if you like that sort of thing) truffles and chocolates to take home, and some other candies, and got ice cream to go. Across the street, a flock of people gawked and squawked, so we went to investigate. Blue tarp covered part of the sidewalk, and an artist was set up with his canvas, spray paints, and - a gas mask. Hard rock music played as he set up his canvas on a milk crate and blasted into his work! He was incredible, painting beautiful planet scenes and moonsets on the ocean in 5 minutes! We watched in awe as he painted the background, then tore art paper and used it to cover part of the canvas as a stencil to paint the next section. An old coffee can guided the paint as he created the moon, and various quick utensils and paper flew in his hands as he used his fabulous skill to create really beautiful art in minutes before a crowd. As he finished, he shot a flame over the canvas a bit to set the paint, and showed us his finished piece. It was a fantastic!
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