I left the north side of Seattle at 2:45 and got home at 10:30, about two hours later than I would have in normal traffic. The first 100 miles took me twice as long because of summer Friday traffic. I probably averaged about 10 mph, but once I got south of Olympia it opened up and was fine. I'm feeling wasted today, but world peace doesn't depend on anything on Baker Rd.
The word, pathetic has come to mean lame, inadequate, FAIL. "The service at that restaurant is pathetic."
That's unfortunate because the word comes from pathos and originally meant something that evokes feelings of pity and compassion.
I left Alisa's memorial service early so I could get out ahead of the worst traffic, but what I saw was pathetic in that original sense of the word. Kids shouldn't die before their parents and when they do the grief is deep. So Duane's opening comments evoked pity and compassion for him and Lenore. The slide show gave us a look at a daughter, sister, wife, and mother who, at least as those pictures indicate, was always smiling and enjoying her time with family.
Yeah, it was pathetic. It made me sad, not for Alisa but for her family.
When I go to Seattle I rent a car from Enterprise. They consistently have the lowest rates, they've got a convenient location in Eugene, and until this time it's always gone smoothly.
I'm sure glad I saved my confirmation email.
They had the wrong dates. They had the wrong times in/out. They had the WRONG price by almost $100. And sadly, they had to upgrade me two levels because they didn't have a subcompact or a compact. (Drat) So I drove a '17 Chevy Malibu.
Too many bells and whistles, and too many of them with icons I couldn't figure out. The one I wanted (Bluetooth for my phone) was apparently disabled. Others just didn't work, like the menu button that I *think* would have brought up things like the trip odometer and the MPG reading.
But the craziest: Sometimes (!) at a stop the engine shuts off. The tachometer drops to zero and the needle sits over the words "auto stop." As soon as I took my foot off the brake it started back up, but without any noise from the starter (so I don't think it engaged).
When I turned the key off the tach needle went below "auto stop" to "off."
It didn't auto stop at every stop; it was seemingly random. It happened at some red lights and not others, and sometimes in stop-and-go freeway traffic. I'm assuming it's a fuel saving feature, but why does it only stop sometimes?
But hey, I've got a 51-year old Ford that does that, too. OK, except for the part where it comes back on as soon as I want to proceed.
Usain Bolt is 30 years old and just won a 100m race in under 10 seconds. It would take me that long to get out of the starting blocks.
We hit 91 today and will tomorrow and Monday, too. This is when we really miss the dozen or so trees we had to have cut down. MoHo used to be in the shade of 150' fir trees all day long and now by 10 a.m. she's in sun. By noon the long west side is awash in full sun and I think the combination of metal siding and inadequate insulation adds to the heat within. I'm curious to see what difference vinyl siding makes if/when that time comes. And I'm rethinking the insulation issue. I hadn't planned on upgrading that part of MoHo because we heat with the firewood I cut from our property. Why spend money upgrading insulation when I can put another log on the fire at no cost? But, would it keep the inside noticeably cooler in the summer?
If you need a good chuckle and a feel-good Aw, shucks moment at the same time read this article about a doofus kid and the innate goodness of Canucks.
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