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Oct. 24th, 2005
Thoughts...
Oct. 24th, 2005 01:02 pmSo much there is to do and see there simply is no way
We're so tired from running about I'd scarcely call it play
We'll die before we're forty 'cause our bodies just can't last
But we'll cram in a lot of fun in the harried leisure class
So as I drove down to Norfolk on Thursday, I passed something on the order of ten to fifteen signs for places I would have loved to stop at, and take time to explore. A few of them I've been to before, but the vast majority of them I haven't. I had a long drive ahead of me and I wanted to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fosveny, so I contented myself with two brief stops: one to take a three-minute walk around a concrete loop-trail at a rest stop, and another, probably under a minute, at one of the 'emergency only' stops on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, just to look out over the water.
Friday Lewis and I drove out togiselle0002's, which took about five hours. Again, we passed a bunch of things I'd've loved to stop and see, but...not enough time, and we wanted to see Gise. I did about half of the drive.
We did get out to do a couple cool things on Saturday. We drove out to visit the local group's under-construction castle, then walked along Main Street in Mt. Airy and shopped a bit. We drove out to 'the rock' (a local white granite quarry, really cool) and up to the Blue Ridge, but Lewis and I were too tired to talk the Trail at all.
Sunday we drove home. About a seven hour drive, of which I did half. Lots and lots of signs for cool stuff, some of which we've been saying 'sometime we'll stop there' for the last couple of trips down to Gulf Wars, as well.
It was a good weekend. But if we'd just had a little _time_, it could have been so much more.
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*sighs*
This all sounded really good and stuff in my head, but now that I've written it...it just sounds like me whining. Dammit. I'm not trying to whine; I'm trying not to whine. But it just feels like I spend too damn much of my time moving too fast to _enjoy_ anything.
We're so tired from running about I'd scarcely call it play
We'll die before we're forty 'cause our bodies just can't last
But we'll cram in a lot of fun in the harried leisure class
So as I drove down to Norfolk on Thursday, I passed something on the order of ten to fifteen signs for places I would have loved to stop at, and take time to explore. A few of them I've been to before, but the vast majority of them I haven't. I had a long drive ahead of me and I wanted to see
fosveny, so I contented myself with two brief stops: one to take a three-minute walk around a concrete loop-trail at a rest stop, and another, probably under a minute, at one of the 'emergency only' stops on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, just to look out over the water.Friday Lewis and I drove out to
giselle0002's, which took about five hours. Again, we passed a bunch of things I'd've loved to stop and see, but...not enough time, and we wanted to see Gise. I did about half of the drive.We did get out to do a couple cool things on Saturday. We drove out to visit the local group's under-construction castle, then walked along Main Street in Mt. Airy and shopped a bit. We drove out to 'the rock' (a local white granite quarry, really cool) and up to the Blue Ridge, but Lewis and I were too tired to talk the Trail at all.
Sunday we drove home. About a seven hour drive, of which I did half. Lots and lots of signs for cool stuff, some of which we've been saying 'sometime we'll stop there' for the last couple of trips down to Gulf Wars, as well.
It was a good weekend. But if we'd just had a little _time_, it could have been so much more.
--
*sighs*
This all sounded really good and stuff in my head, but now that I've written it...it just sounds like me whining. Dammit. I'm not trying to whine; I'm trying not to whine. But it just feels like I spend too damn much of my time moving too fast to _enjoy_ anything.
I mentioned earlier that wrestling and dominance-grooming are pretty de rigeur for my two rats.
I don't remember if I mentioned the article I read, which told about how rats wrestle, and social implications thereof. Apparently, even if one rat is enough bigger/stronger than another that he's just _always_ gonna win a wrestling match, he'll let the smaller/weaker rat win every once in a while anyway, so the smaller/weaker one is willing to keep playing.
Well, they've been wrestling, and Siegfried keeps winning, and then washing Reinhart, who HATES IT HATES IT YES WE DOES. I just heard an awfully surprised squeak, and turned to see Reinhart, standing atop Siegfried and washing him in the most smug of manners.
It's awfully too cute.
I don't remember if I mentioned the article I read, which told about how rats wrestle, and social implications thereof. Apparently, even if one rat is enough bigger/stronger than another that he's just _always_ gonna win a wrestling match, he'll let the smaller/weaker rat win every once in a while anyway, so the smaller/weaker one is willing to keep playing.
Well, they've been wrestling, and Siegfried keeps winning, and then washing Reinhart, who HATES IT HATES IT YES WE DOES. I just heard an awfully surprised squeak, and turned to see Reinhart, standing atop Siegfried and washing him in the most smug of manners.
It's awfully too cute.
