Alesus and I decided to take a nature-tour with the krakens. Of course the path near the river was flooded and the dogs had to charge right through the middle of the muck:
Every…freaking…time…
And I, being ever so prepared, decided to wear flipflops.
Good thing the dog harnesses made it super easy to throw the dogs in the river to tortureclean them off.
I biked to work on Sunday. I work 16 miles in the suburbs, and the distance doesn’t bother me, but I hate going up the hill near the office.
The hill is on a street named “Yankee Doodle” which makes the whole situation seem even more ridiculous. But do not be fooled! Yankee Doodle has a massive, half-mile long hill that hurts. The hill is so large that I expect a Buddhist monk or a mountain goat at the top.
So I decide to get cute, take a short cut, and promptly get lost in this Ozarky town named Mendota:
Trust me, there are houses down there.
Mendota is in a tiny valley and has about 200 people, a restaurant, a bar, and no real through-streets.
I eventually got out of Mendota, went the wrong way along the Mississippi, and of course, came to an even STEEPER hill than the one I wanted to avoid in the first place.
Flippin’ fail.
I ended up where I started, and my 32-mile bike ride became a 47-mile ride.
We had our annual company picnic at Blackhawk Lake. Lawyers playing trivia is always amusing.
The lake itself was kinda bland, but hanging out with the coworkers was hilarious.
There was also an intense volleyball game. People changed into athletic clothes. There were dives and aggressive stances. Absolutely amazing.
I also played this bean-bag toss game that apparently is a Midwestern staple. Who knew?
I am the caretaker for my apartment building now, so gloriously awkward phone calls from prospective tenants interrupted the picnic. Apparently my landlord listed my telephone number in the newpaper ads for the building, and these prospective tenants think I am the building owner.
I have 10-types of crazy calling for apartment showings. Good thing the craziest callers end up canceling the apartment showings 10 minutes in advance or don’t call back when I inform them that their prior evictions may, in fact, be a problem. Life in Minnesota gets more amusing every day.
This week was made far more dramatic by the fog. Downtown Minneapolis looks like Gotham at night and Eagan feels like a druid stomping ground…with Dodge 4x4s. Pictures:
The pictures were taken on my Blackberry.
I’m ambivalent about spring coming. The temperature is warmer but the dogs are muddier, and there’s no dramatic hoar frost.
The worst part of the thaw is that all of the trash, dead animals, and dog shit that has accumulated all winter is now visible. It looks like a big septic tank exploded all over the city. Ick.
Around this time last year Jamie and I took a road trip to Bemidji, in Northern Minnesota. Here are some pictures. The thumbnails link to larger images. Facebook/RSS readers: click here if you cannot see the gallery.
This semester I took 17 credits (5 classes + moot court), worked 20 hours a week, and had a social life. Oh, and the dog, of course. I might be superman… or a time-shifter.
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