It's been a week? OK, six days. Still, that's inexcusable. Well, I'm sure there are excuses, but they're lame. So it's clearly time for a quick wrap-up of the past week. Assuming I can remember it. Hmm.
Thursday: No idea what I did last Thursday. Nothing on the calendar other than "work on letters for PTA Auction", and that clearly didn't take all day. I was probably wasting time reading a book (
Arms-Commander by L.E. Modesitt, Jr., which if I'm smart I'll get around to reviewing here...).
Friday: Again, no idea. Paige and the kids went skating that night, and I probably stayed home and read. Or watched TV.
Saturday: Finally, a day I remember! Spent the day up at
Summit Central skiing. The snow wasn't great, but it wasn't the worst of the season. And it snowed all day, keeping things fairly steady. Spent the morning skiing with my friend Peter (whose kids are in lessons at
Webbski as well), and the afternoon skiing with Logan and Maya. All in all we had a pretty good day.
Sunday: Another one I remember! Sunday was the first bout of the new
Rat City Rollergirls season. The bout was a combination exhibition, tournament, and charity fund-raiser. They played half-length games in a single-elimination tournament format with the overall winner getting the most money for their charity. My beloved
Throttle Rockets got manhandled (or maybe womanhandled) in their first game against the
Sockit Wenches, but turned on the afterburners in the second bout and crushed the
Derby Liberation Front by some ridiculous score like 90 - 35. I'll get some pictures up here once I get through processing them.
Monday: Back to not much going on. Had a networking call with some former co-workers in the morning, worked on the PTA Auction letters some more, had a delicious lasagna dinner.
Today: Talked to my career counselor (who I have yet to meet) and tried to get my butt back in gear in the job hunting world. Finalized and printed the PTA letters and mailing labels, then after dinner headed over to the school for an open house featuring performances by the daughter (well, the choir of which she is a part, anyway).
And that, pretty much, is that!