I got a new umbrella over the weekend. I often eschew umbrellas, opting instead to pull up the hood on my rainjacket, or simply to go out unprepared. But I finally decided it's time to be prepared instead, and therefore have fewer instances where I get soaking wet just because I can't be bothered with an umbrella.
Found a cool yellow and navy blue one, and it has the combined coolness of coming in a fitted mesh bag with a shoulder cord so I can toss it over my shoulder or sling it across the passenger seat back in the Jeep, plus it collapses down to a small size but still opens to a full 54-inches. Full size umbrella, compact storage and easy portability. What could be better?
So yesterday morning IronGuy and I went for a walk around the building to stretch our legs, and we decided that since the sun had decided to make an appearance we'd take the top down off the Jeep so some of the dampness could dry out. IronGuy noticed the cool umbrella dangling from the seatback and commented on it. I replied in very excited tones, "Yeah, but you want to see the really great thing about it?" Of course he did, so I pulled it from its mesh bag, pointed it away from us and pressed the open button so he could see how big it is. At that point the umbrella shot up its handle and right off, sailing about three feet across the parking lot before landing.
Me: "That wasn't the cool thing."
IronGuy: "Oh. I thought maybe that was it, like it was some sort of defensive weapon."
Me: "Yeah, like The Penguin!"
Fortunately, I was able to return the umbrella top onto its secure position on the handle. I then did a controlled opening and he was appropriately impressed by the large diameter.
But a projectile umbrella could be cool…
Anyway, I'll add more details tomorrow. I haven't had a good night's sleep since Monday. Click on the mountain view below for the full set. It's only nine pictures. Go ahead - you know you want to. It's like wiggling that loose tooth...
My unfortunate souveneir for the day is a kayak-pattern sunburn - face, forearms, and front and medial thighs. Ouch.
Click on the photo I took at my turnaround point to see more photos. I also called my dad for Father's Day from this spot.
Click on the group mug shot above for a few more pics. Only a few, I promise.
Oh - I discovered yesterday that walking around a pond after weeks of rain can be motivating. When I paused to adjust my sneaker, the mosquitos zoomed in for a feast!
Scanning slides and these negatives is like solving a mystery, because you really can't tell who or what the subject is until it's scanned, then these faces and places appear.
A classmate who shall remain unnamed, we'll just call her AssFace, looks pointedly at soxfanwife's nametag, then at her face, and asks, "Oh, Kate, how are you?" soxfanwife engages in polite but reserved small talk, as this was not someone with whom we ever shared friendship or probably even diplomatic conversation.
AssFace then looks pointedly at my nametag, then at my face, and states bluntly, "I don't remember you at all."
I pause, not sure which of the many, many ways I could respond to choose.
AssFace continues, "Your name vaguely rings a bell, but I don't recognize your face AT ALL!"
I smile, nod, and think to myself, "Well, that's probably because we avoided each other since I was always drunk, loud and obnoxious. And you were an asshole. At least one of us has changed," as I took a long sip of my cold, bottled water.