That’s been my motto all week but tonight that’s going to change. I’m going to head over to Laura’s apartment and crack open (finally) a bottle of wine. I do have to grocery shop and return bottles… but we’ll see how far I get.
This time last week I was just getting out of eight hours of class and trying to finish Dexter for the season premier on Sunday. Needless to say, I was in bed at 11:30 and then rose at 3 am for the Adirondack Balloon Festival. On the road by four, at Joe’s house before five (where I found him still in bed), and then up in Queensbury around 6:30 am. There was so much traffic but luckily by the time we parked, the balloons were just starting to fill up with hot air.
Joe was not a happy camper with the traffic, he even went as far as to make a comment saying the next car I buy will be automatic; in his defense he warned me he’d be grumpy a few days prior. The closer we got, the brighter it got with the rising sun. Joe asked me where the 90+ balloons were and I told him he had to patient because they had to fill up. Sure enough, once we were our of the car, they started popping up off the ground.
When Joe saw those two balloons so high, he started freaking out like a little kid. Side note about Joe: he’s afraid of a lot of things. And will be the first to admit it. I knew I could never convince him to sky dive, but seeing his reaction to these- hilarious. It was as if I was trying to convince him to get in one, which I clearly wasn’t. He was freaking out that they were going too high and suggesting that they come down; in a wicker basket they’d have no protection if they fell. I just stood there laughing, not only at his reaction, but because it was a familiar childhood feeling and loving the “mystery” of how they work. They look magical up there floating around, some in crazy shapes. Reminds me of the Wizard of Oz…
As we were driving home, we saw all the balloons landing in random places, including backyards. Imagine waking up and one floating by? It was much colder that morning and the weather was overcast, so I don’t think they were looking to travel far. We headed off to our next adventure… finally get a hot chocolate (aka ass-blaster per Marla) and the motorcycle benefit.
The ride was a memorial for Trooper Joseph A. Longobardo, who was shot and killed a few years ago. Joe and his mom raised money to create this memorial stone for Joseph- over $28,000 dollars through word of mouth! I’m so proud of Joe for initiating this project and not quitting- Joseph was a great friend and inspiration to my Joe. So, we all gathered at the stone and took off for the National Cemetery.
Because Joe doesn’t have his bike anymore, we took his Uncle Paulie’s chevelle. Joseph used to love this car, hence why he wanted one of his own when he grew up. This one is not in as good of condition, but was still fun to drive.
It felt as though Joe and I had been driving all day last Sunday, but I had a wonderful time. We ended up at camp, where I had to write a paper before I could join everyone by the fire. After a drink or two, I was ready for bed and snuggled in, ready to get my beauty sleep for the week. Monday began early at 4:30 so that I could drive back to Troy and get ready for work.
Work has been okay without Josh- but Laura gets to sit up front with me all day so that’s swell. She’s now interviewing for two positions, so hopefully within the next week or so someone will be hired. Always fun to meet someone new, I just hope we are compatible. The weeks are starting to fly by and I have to get into the groove of things aka focus on some much needed research for the three major individual papers I have to write. But for now, I’ll focus on getting my weekly reading done before I fall behind.
I’ve been busy this weekend, not having time for homework/reading yet. Last night I left Sage and went straight to Daly’s for calling hours. When the family was leaving, one old lady asked me if she could spend the night (she was serious) and I should have said yes- I was back there early this morning for the funeral. By the time we got back from the crematory, we had to set up two chapels for tomorrow’s calling hours; I’ll be spending tomorrow evening there before Dexter. Needless to say, I should be up tonight working and preparing for the upcoming week, but I’m going out!
Before I leave ya’ll for another week or so (hopefully sooner), just have some shout outs to make. Thanks to Bill in Admissions for donating all of the cans (that I’m going to pick-up tomorrow), Laura and Gerri from my office for the bags of cans and return slips, my mom and Steph who pick up cans on their walks on lunch, Andrea who brings me a small bag each week from the Troy office, and everyone else who keep handing them off to me. I should have a total can count with the next update, it’s been a long time and they’re piling up in my car.
That and I love signing on after a week and seeing that people continue to read everyday. I’ll make more of an effort to blog more often and take more pictures. Until then, enjoy the (dry) October weather this weekend and cozy up to someone you love (and yes, that includes the furry friends). Roscoe made me say it.