There was a time when I used to say that Friday was the most awesome day of the week. People would look at me funny. I knew what they were thinking, “But we are at work.” They had a point. However, I always thought of Friday as some of the final moments of Die Hard 2 where John McClane kicks somebody into a freakin’ jet engine. In my metaphor, that somebody is the work week.
That wasn’t how this Friday went down, not in the least. I showed up early to get a few things done. This only enraged my computer who decided that it was high time for my hard drive to quit working. So, I sat there while some guy held my hopes and dreams in his hands. He worked tirelessly to clone my hard drive, but my hard drive was having none of it. Which was kind of what I suspected would happen. In fact, I kind of wonder why there is even an option to clone. It never seems to work.
Anyway, sometime between me sitting there and getting the final word my drive was hosed, I received a phone call from my wife. Apparently, there was a leak in our place and the plumber had to get in immediately. I packed up the dogs, dumped gasoline all over my desk and pitched a match at it. Once again this is a metaphor.
The leak was by our main shut off valve in the entryway closet. We were made aware of its presence by the water stain appearing on our downstairs neighbor’s ceiling. However, we are still trying to figure out if any walls or flooring in the closet needs to be replaced. We have tried to help the situation by having a fan blowing into the closet all weekend long.
Despite how Friday went, the rest of the weekend turned out pretty well. My wife took me out for dinner and a donut Friday evening. On Saturday we had a little BBQ in honor of Jacoby. I called it, a JacoBBQ or JaBarbeCoby. I could never make up mind. I squeezed in 11K this morning and had lunch in the park with my wife and dogs. We also went for a walk in our old neighborhood which I have always found to be very therapeutic.
Vancouver is gorgeous in the spring. It is basically the only time of year that I totally don’t care about the ludicrous cost of living or incessant douchebaggery. Almost everything is green and the cherry blossoms are blooming. There is still enough rain to knock the smog out of the sky and give everything a rinse. To top it all off, Jake sat by me on the patio’s loveseat the entire time I wrote this. I think the only way this moment could be ruined is if Andrew Dice Clay kicked in my door in Delta Force style and gave me a subpoena. “You’ve been served. Ooooohhh!”