Tuesday

The day started early and in turmoil. My insides were angry with my choice to consume that mustard maelstrom. I had to rise to the call of nature ahead of six. I used the early start to tackle a mouthful of Marvel Strike Force and some Duolingo. I still had time to shower and clean up, water the plants and make a delightful breakfast before it was time to go to work. And those bullets were above average, excellent start to the days culinary adventures.

The workday started right at eight and without much fanfare. I dove back into it and started getting things done. I even started to plot out some things that I could work ahead on. I was really feeling like I had to make some hay in the calm before the storm, once I hit the road things were going to get out of control. I had three meetings that were nicely spaced through the day that allowed me to get my work done and also participate in several teams. Two of the meetings were one on one conversations with managers. Those went well. Lunch was a fairly mediocre affair, just a can of soup and some crackers, hardly worth mentioning. The one key consumable for the day was the water. My mission was to get re-hydrated. I find I’m lackluster about hydrating over the weekend but militant about it while I’m working. It’s like the two have become associated in my mind. Does that happen to anyone else? Anyways, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that I also had some cookies as part of my dessert at lunch. And I do not regret it. The Cadbury Mini Egg Chips Ahoy mashup is fantastic. Work managed to slag on until around five. It’s always a grind when you come off a three day weekend, maybe if that was the norm then it would be a smoother transtion. After work finished upI made my way to the kitchen, dtermined to follow the meal board. The prescribed meal was fairly elaborate, the sausage and broccoli gnocci dish from the cookbook we use for the Family Feasts. I steamed some frozen broccoli but otherwise followed the recipe. It turned out great.

I was rammed full of food after one and a half heaping portions of that exquisite meal. I’d had some thoughts stirring in my mind since before I woke up and through the day I’d started to put some of them into action. At some point in the morning I ducked downstairs to see if I had some of the components I’d need to put my thoughts into action. I found a softball easily enough in my baseball gear. I probably should have a look through that stuff someday, make sure there isn’t any surprises in there. The next task was a bit more of a challenge. I had a memory of putting some GI-Joes in with my childhood things and would need a few to pull this off. I found the box with most of my childhood in it and dug around. I found a gold mine. This box contained a plethora of forgotten memories. It also housed the toys I was looking for. During the D&D session the night before there had been some debate about a certain scenario, I mentioned it yesterday. I wanted to act it out with my Joes to demonstrate how it should have played out. As I started into it, things got more and more elaborate. My initial thought was to do it in the bathroom and let the side of the tub represent the tub, or maybe the toilet could be three levels needed for the demonstration. But I quickly realized that would be unpleasant and seemly. I transitioned to doing it in the kitchen and using the dining set to accomplish my goals. I used an unhung picture as the bottom level, supported by a bathroom garbage can. The ball was suspended using some fishing line, a hook and my four hybrid golf club that was threaded through and balanced in the dining room light fixture. Here are a couple of photos of the setup.

The baseball represents a flying enemy and we were trying to cover it with a tarp to blind it. I figured my guy would run and leap over the top of it while holding one side of the tarp and my brother at arms would anchor me and we’d both end up hanging off the covered baddy and pull it down to the bridge below where our comrades waited. You can see the end result in the last photo, minus the “bridge” being pulled back for something I did in the previous shot. I made some short videos and shared with friends. They were well received. The Chef called as soon as I showed him what I was doing to check if I’d lost my mind or not. I was a bit sweaty by the end but otherwise I was fine. It was actually pretty fun to do that and film it. Got my creative faculties engaged somewhat. I cleaned up my mess and sorted though the box of treasures I’d found in the basement. I decided to integrate most of it into my home rather than bury it under the stairs. In doing so I found a folder of high school writing projects. Those should be terrible to read later. By the time I got done with all of that it was about time to get to sleep so I closed the chapter on an interesting evening and overall decent day.