Strike 3…err…2.5

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

Well, I guess that would be the third time I’ve been supposed to meet Olivia, but then not done so. However, it is remotely possible that she was somewhere at the concert, but Mel was not able to see her. Which brings up a possibly important thing to keep in mind, if one is going to try to set one person up with another at a large gathering in the dark, knowing a cell number might be a good idea.

If I’m feeling up to it, there is the chance for another try tomorrow, but it is not yet known if she might go, and I’m not really certain I want to drive up to LA on a Friday afternoon.

Stuffing the bad stuff into the previous year

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

So, I’m home, and my various dental pains are flaring up. Primarily due to being far away from my dentist, with an appointment set for the 5th. And then, while I’m eating some Chex Mix, there is an unusually loud crunch. And since something doesn’t seem right, I go check it out in the mirror, to find that I’m missing some of a tooth. But, it’s not hurting any more than it was, so I don’t worry too much about it. Call into the dentist the next day and get an appointment for the 3rd.

Later that night (Friday), a larger piece of the tooth comes off. And oh does the pain ever start. Leading to travelling the the local Urgent Care on Saturday morning, as all known dentists have been closed since Thursday, for some sort of medical care.

The result being antibiotics and some Tylenol+Codine. The antibiotics seem to be doing something, as the pain is just at the tooth now and not from inside my ear down to my shoulder (I’m pretty sure I was getting some sort of infection). And planes + narcotics is an interesting combination, I’m pretty sure at some point my blood pressure was around 10 over 0. But I did have a book to read, and all my flights were early, plus I didn’t die, so it was all good.

Speaking of which, Radar is home and seems to be happy to be home, but a bit crazy in terms of walking around meowing. But he remembers me and licks me and purrs at me, so that’s pretty good too.

*sniff*

Scott wrote this in the early afternoon:

Kiwi!

I think there are various Masters thesises that could be written about this particular Masters thesis. Just how far would I go to realize a dream? Certainly there are many things that I would like to do or have happen, and in most of the cases, I don’t even feel strongly enough about them to put any effort into realizing them. Those that I do work towards, I know what kind of effort they will take, and will commit that much energy to them, but no more. I don’t think there are any for which I would take all the stops out and expend everything I have to reach.

I don’t know if that’s good in that I have realistic and safe plans, or bad in that I don’t have big enough dreams.

Update

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

Looks like my Dad is going to be ok. He had two arteries 95% blocked in his heart, and they put stents in. He’s feeling better now than he has for quite a while. Which makes me wonder about the chest pains I’ve been having the last 10 years, since he had no real risk factors, so it’s more of a genetic thing. We’ll find out tomorrow if he can go home yet. It looks like it will be Wednesday though.

Anyways, what I was supposed to write about yesterday. I saw the new X-Men movie, which is the first time I’ve watched on while it was still in the theaters. As a movie, it was pretty good, but in terms of the story itself in relation to the overall Marvel universe story, I have some objections. I’d rather they told one of the better story arcs than to cram bits from a whole bunch of them together, when they don’t really work as well that way and they have to make things up that should not ever happen. And don’t even get me started on the inaccuracies of characters abilities. On the plus side, they did get closer to showing what Magneto is capable of at last.

Bad phone calls

Scott wrote this in the late afternoon:

My dad’s in intensive care tonight. Tomorrow they are doing a cardiac cathoderization, and depending on what they find, probably angioplasy or a stent.

He was doing yard work at my brother’s place yesterday and started having chest pains, so my mom took him to the emergency room. They weren’t very specific about what the problem was, the cardiologist just didn’t think he should leave.

He’ll probably get to go home Tuesday if everything goes ok.

I talked to him for a little while tonight, he’s a little depressed, a little pissed, but generally in good sprits.

Ooops

Scott wrote this around lunchtime:

Today’s valuable lesson: Do not shut your phone in a car door.

phone

I think I’ve managed to get most of the numbers out of my contacts list, but I had to guess at a few digits due to some numbers looking the same if the tops or one side are cut off. And there are a few numbers I could get that I don’t know who they belong to since the names were in broken parts of the screen.

I suppose I could call them and ask who they are.

But, I don’t think that would be best. As I accidently called someone yesterday who was one person down the list from who I wanted, and apparently, I’m not in her list of caller IDs. And after thinking about it, having someone call you to tell you “your trunk is open” might be a little odd.

The story behind that being that I was following someone’s car on the way to a hike, and I noticed their trunk wasn’t latched and was bouncing open when we started off. It managed to latch itself before I got ahold of anyone in that car though. So all was well.

The hike itself was kind of tiring, it was supposed to be 7 miles, but we took the wrong trail and it ended up being closer to 10. The trail split and the sign only listed the milage to where we were going for one direction. They both went the same place though, and once you are there, there is a map of the trails, so we were able to take the shorter way back. Just before we got to the split we had taken, we found a sign telling us the shorter milage to where we went. So, the way to find the shorter way, if you’ve never hiked it before, is to walk past the only visible sign to find the secret sign. Not exactly the way I would set it up, but we all survived, so that’s what matters.

It ended up being 2400 vertical feet of change for the hike, and it was well segregated, so it was all up going there, and all down coming back. I think I like hikes that have ups and downs more than all one then all the other. I need some rest here and there.

Also, we saw a rattlesnake. It was pretty big, and not really interested in dealing with large groups tromping by, so it went off into the bushes. Someone who was camping out in the area seemed to be a bit of an expert in rattlesnakes since he said he goes out and catches them, and the said it was probably 5-7 years old based on the size of the rattle.

Saturday hiking

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

Today was a day in the wilderness. It was the usual type of group for a hike, the really quick people getting far out ahead, the slow people getting really far behind, me falling off the trail and sliding down an icy slope. Which would have been fun, if I’d have planned it.

The hike was something like 9 miles, starting at 7000 ft and going up steeply from there for the first mile, which weeded out two people, who also happened to have locked their keys in their truck, and were probably anxious to get back and try to get it open, as well as not really being prepared for the hike (Ah yes, shorts while hiking across snow; a wise choice).

The trail was hard to find at times, and we ended up coming back a different way than we went, without having any idea where we missed where we were supposed to have gone, since it looked like there was only one trail. But we did get to see some pretty scenery.

Today in “Firsts”

Scott wrote this in the late evening:

Today I got my first controlled document approved at work. So, now when the FDA inspects us, I could in fact, be held accountable for something. It’s not very likely that I will though, it was just a raw material specification for the frozen vials of a cell line. It was all pretty straight forward.

Today I encountered my first door-to-door (most likely pirated) DVD sales person. I was unpacking some things at the new apartment, and there was a knock on the door, and when I answered it, the person asked if I wanted to buy some DVDs. They didn’t look like ones I wanted to see, so, no, I didn’t.

Today I went the a baby shower for the first time. It was for my manager, and it was ok. It was at a pretty nice restaurant, so there was good food. The male contingent was fairly nervous about the promised “games.” Especially after the women started tying bananas to long ribbons. And well we should have been nervous, as it was an odd game. Which incidently, I won, and got a gift certificate for Barnes and Noble. There were other games involving diapers and balloons, safety pins and rice, clothes pins and a coat hanger, but I didn’t win those, so, they aren’t very interesting.

Hi

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

I’m currently working on a number of things trying to get this all running well. Hopefully things with be changing fairly rapidly here and there will be posts regularly and stuff.