"My body is sore from a ¾ day of snowboarding yesterday at Loveland. [The Chin] has made a very dramatic improvement since I rode with him about a year ago at Eldora. A few more times up, and we may be able to try some trees together.
"[BattleWagon1] has an oil leak somewhere. I may be grounded for Christmas because of it. I'll email Dad and get his thoughts. If only I could ride the old Columbia to Salida and not die...
"Work today seemed productive. Since [Lindey] was training to run the new printer, I had few distractions and accomplished a bit. We were supposed to get a truck this afternoon, but it never showed. I hope that doesn't throw off the rest of my week.
"I've been thinking a bunch about [The Oldest] over the past few days. It's a little unsettling having him here. I wish we could scatter him at Lily Lake, but I don't think [His Mom] or I are ready to discuss it yet."
It's interesting looking at brief accounts of what I was doing over seven years ago. Here, one of my best friends, a dude with a huge chin, a total asshole of a pervert with the biggest heart you'd ever find, went snowboarding at Loveland Ski Area.
My first van, the original BattleWagon had a leak, too. I remember one time I drove it from 13th & Quebec to 13th & Grant in Denver and had to put three quarts of oil in it to get me there. I was convinced it was going to cost me thousands of dollars, so I didn't drive it for weeks. It turned out to be a $100 (with labor) O-ring.
Lindey Staar, one of my favorite co-workers of all time, was working on the FujiFilm Acuity flatbed printer that the company I worked for at the time had recently purchased. Since it's December in this entry, I'm guessing the truck I was talking about was one we were going to do graphics on.
Posting these entries are also forcing me to talk about my kiddo, the oldest son of mine, who passed away from SIDS when he was less than 5 months old. He died in 2006, about a year and a half before I wrote this. I had just been given my "share" of his ashes, and was bitter with his mother for a long time and for various reasons, many of which remain unjustified. I was also crushing on a place called Lily Lake, a small, high-altitude lake on the backside of the Blanca Peak Massif in southern Colorado. The Chin and I had hiked there a few months prior, and it was a truly religious experience
My first van, the original BattleWagon had a leak, too. I remember one time I drove it from 13th & Quebec to 13th & Grant in Denver and had to put three quarts of oil in it to get me there. I was convinced it was going to cost me thousands of dollars, so I didn't drive it for weeks. It turned out to be a $100 (with labor) O-ring.
Lindey Staar, one of my favorite co-workers of all time, was working on the FujiFilm Acuity flatbed printer that the company I worked for at the time had recently purchased. Since it's December in this entry, I'm guessing the truck I was talking about was one we were going to do graphics on.
Posting these entries are also forcing me to talk about my kiddo, the oldest son of mine, who passed away from SIDS when he was less than 5 months old. He died in 2006, about a year and a half before I wrote this. I had just been given my "share" of his ashes, and was bitter with his mother for a long time and for various reasons, many of which remain unjustified. I was also crushing on a place called Lily Lake, a small, high-altitude lake on the backside of the Blanca Peak Massif in southern Colorado. The Chin and I had hiked there a few months prior, and it was a truly religious experience
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