John Heaton (jheaton) wrote,
John Heaton

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Where I have been, part three

It was a beautiful day, not too hot, bit of a breeze, so I took my tent behind my building and set about trying to assemble it. It's new, you see, and it occurred to me that I would be in a fine kettle of fish if I were to get to San Simeon State Park next month and discover that I was incapable of set up my own tent. But it assembled fairly easily, and I was all set to take it down when I noticed that it seemed to be clouding up slightly. And then it started to rain. Figures. So now I'm back inside watching the Kim Possible marathon and waiting for the tent to dry so I can put it away.

Anyway, certain people have been harshing my gig with regard to my journal of late. You know, I never really mean to not update my journal. Even during periods when I'm not updating, I sometimes think about updating, sometimes getting so far as to open my LJ client to compose something. But then I don't. However, so what. It's my journal and I'll update it when I want to, and not when I don't.

That said, here's a brief rundown of what I've done during the past two weeks:

  • I attended a reception for graduates of Iowa colleges and former residents of Iowa, hosted by the Iowa Department of Economic Development, at which I met three other Cornell alumni, one of which also graduated from my high school
  • I went to a DC Divas football game. The Divas are the local franchise of the National Women's Football Association. They won, 76-0! Whoo!
  • I went with my brother to see a production of Pippin, a musical I know practically by heart but had never seen performed live.
  • I had two dental appointments: one for a second perio scale treatment, and another to have three cavities filled.
  • I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix twice, and afterwards re-read the four previous novels. Goblet of Fire is still my favorite, but I think Prisoner of Azkaban is probably the best written of the five so far.
  • I spent a day at the home of my friend Lori, playing various games, including Bang and Ivanhoe.
  • On my way to watch the Town of Leesburg fireworks on Independence Day, I got into an argument with a very stupid man over the difference between one's private property and the public street that runs in front of one's private property.

That last one deserves further explanation. On my way to the park for the fireworks, I spotted an excellent parking space about a quarter-mile from the park, so I parked there. As I was getting my lawn chair out of the trunk, a man came out of the house I'd parked in front of, and told me couldn't park there, because he had friends coming over to watch the fireworks. I pointed out I could park there, because it was a public street, and suggested that his friends park in his driveway, since there was only one car parked in it. He said there wasn't room in his driveway for everyone who was coming, and reiterated that I was parked in front of his property. I said that ownership of a house doesn't include ownership of the street in front of that house. We argued back and forth for a while, but finally I gave up and walked to the park.

After the fireworks, I went back to the car. There was still only one car in the driveway, but there was now a car parked in front of the driveway. This car was only an inch or two from my bumper, as was the car in front of me. I was concerned that if I tried to move my car, I would hit one or both of them. This, I assume, was the home owner's attempt at revenge. So I put my chair back in the car, locked it, and walked home. I was only a mile or so away; if it had been less humid when I left home earlier, I would have walked to the park anyway. Plus, it was funny! If not for this incredibly witless attempt to punish me for parking in front of my house, I ended up parking there for at least eight hours longer than I would have otherwise. Dumbass.

Hey, the sun's out again. Guess I'll go take down the tent now.

ETA: mission accomplished!


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