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Whoops. One of these years I’m going to learn that if I’m going to be out in the sun for any appreciable length of time, I need to dab some sunscreen or keep under cover. That way I can avoid conditions like the one my face, neck, and forearms are suffering right now. Granted, this is one of the milder cases of sunburn I’ve experienced, but that doesn’t make it a fun experience.

Let’s not even talk about how incredibly sore and tired my arms and back are… did I mention that a 32” tube TV is heavy? And that I moved two of them around yesterday? Yes, this means that my arms are unhappy for two reasons…

Thanks to my pal at work, the guy who calls himself Hurricane, and his willingness to drive my sorry butt out to the Best Buy that actually had the model of TV I wanted in stock… I have a new working television. Yay!

In other news, it’s too freaking hot. The only upside to this summer is that it’s taken longer than usual to really crank up to full temperature. My room’s a sauna, and that’s with the benefit of having kept all computer equipment shut down since last night. I didn’t turn anything on until a bit after 10pm (so I could write this entry and check email, mostly) and still… too darned hot.

Unfortunately, the ready-availability threshold for buying an A/C unit may have already passed. Oh well…

Mari and Doug swung by this morning to pick Kyla and I up for a trip out to see some waterfalls. We saw Multnomah Falls, Horsetail, and one other whose name escapes me now. (I knew I should’ve taken pictures of the signs. Nuts.) The trip reminded me, among other things, that I haven’t been out to see any of the falls since Ben still lived in Portland. I enjoyed the heck out of seeing them anyway, though.

And yes, I did say “pictures.” I have a memory card chock full of ‘em which I’ll be posting soon. Give me some time; it’s been a very long and somewhat-eventful weekend… over too soon, for all that we had four days of it…

The planned part of the day: The kids were to come over for a visit, Kyla would fix foodstuffs, and we’d play some games to pass the time. This would have gone well but for a big blow-out altercation involving one particular kidlet’s combination of finicky eating habits and lack of consideration. And I mean “big blow-out,” involving anger and tears and yelling and banging things around.

Argh!

The unplanned part of the day: There was a vague agreement that Kyla and I would meet up with Mari and Doug in the evening, possibly for going out to eat. Not only did we go out to eat (at the sushi-go-round place) but we also spent a fun late-evening playing games and generally being silly geeky people.

Whee!

So apparently the lesson here is, don’t plan things…