On Friday, I got off work at 1 - went home and had a quick lunch and then headed to the lake with my kayak. I had the lake all to myself. Can you believe it? It was beautiful. I toured for about an hour, getting to the library in time to pick up Wendy and back to school in time to pick up my boys.
I used my alone lake time to work out the battle in my head - to go up north (within two hours) or stay home for the weekend. I came to peace with the decision to stay home.
Saturday started out wet.
It turned out to be a good day for Brian to practice some programming on the team robot. I ended up walking up to school at one point to pick up last year's competition mat because I got tired of the boys cutting up all my black and white cardstock to make tracks.
I got caught up with PTO stuff, and it felt good. I did a fist pump when I was done.
Saturday evening was our town's Halloween festival.
It poured buckets and got super windy just a half hour before it was scheduled to begin, which had my boys deciding to stay home. Mark has been coughing a lot lately, so we didn't push them to reconsider. From our house, we walk to the event as the closest parking is just a few blocks away anyway, so the thought of having to walk back in the rain is sometimes daunting.
It wasn't bad out, though, by the time it was time for Wendy and I to head out for our 5K. Her fourteenth, and my thirteenth. It was our first time doing this particular 5K. I loved it. She had already decided earlier that she does better on morning and warmer runs.
This was a crowded, hard to pass one - but I ended up shaving a minute an eight seconds off my time for a new PR (personal record). I'm fired up. We got back home just seconds before the rain restarted.
So is my scale. Sunday morning finally had me hitting the forty-pounds lost mark. Now for the next ten.
Sunday afternoon I managed to talk one kid into going pumpkin hunting with me. He got his pick of the patch. The others can't complain.
They are currently in the house warming up - hoping to be carved sometime this week. When? ha. But there's hope.
It's been too long. Our schedules haven't meshed this year as well as years past. It's become almost comical. Often the days that I said I could crew are the ones he ends up canceling for less than ideal conditions.
We almost didn't fly on this night either - but the winds finally died down.
It was spectacular.
This view has both my home and our school (my work) in it. love. The balloons ahead of us were even closer to our house, but this was acceptable. I even got to freak a neighborhood second grader out when I yelled his name from the balloon.
Hi Laura! We see you!!
I don't know what we did that has Denny keeping us from crewing together - but hopefully we can convince him to let us crew together again someday!!
Denny. Best pilot ever.
We landed right there just a couple minutes before the law-required sunset.
I rarely go out with the crew after a flight due to at home commitments and the potential for dieting sabotage, but with the earlier flight hours and the lure of fish tacos combined with a gift card in my wallet - well, I couldn't resist. I saved half for my lunch today and I can hardly wait. [Thanks, Linda]