Well, I fixed Becca’s mouse and scooted my own chair over to her desk. Hooray. Now that her computer isn’t nearly as maddening to work with, and seeing as how the ODIN guy has yet to appear to fix my computer, I have nothing better to do than go ahead and update.
Playing hooky from work yesterday (along with the majority of the rest of my division) was awesome. We teed off at 8:00 and played golf for the next six hours. Yes, six hours. It was slow-going, as having so many foursomes in the tournament and having two teams start on each hole held things up at times, but it was fun. Our all-women team shot a 91 gross (tied for last place, yeah!), but thanks to a very poor performance on a hole that turned out to be one of the blind handicap holes, we finished in 4th place for low net score with a 67. We won $16, almost enough to buy the far-overpriced picture of our team (labeled “Pretty Girls”) from the sports photographer guy. We each chipped in another dollar and bought the picture:
I don’t quite know why the dude decided to put “Pretty Girls” on it. I think it must have been from my comment to him that we may suck at golf, but at least we were the prettiest team.
In any case, it was a fun morning. Here is the full gallery of pictures I took. They actually ended up being mostly of other teams, but oh well.
After golf, we all grabbed a late lunch and then a few of us went sailing on John’s boat. John is a coworker who has lived on his 32-foot sailboat for the past year. It was such a cool boat, and it was so nice to go sailing. The weather was beautiful, the wind was strong, and we just had a great time spending a couple hours out on Galveston Bay. Pictures from that outing are here.
(I am such an obsessive picture-taker. Digital cameras changed everything for me and I love it.)
It was so cool to be out sailing on John’s house. His life seems so ideal in some way…I mean, the thought of moving onto a boat and having to get rid or store the vast majority of all the stuff I own is sort of appealing, especially since I’ve been in minimizing mode lately. I just feel like I have too much stuff, and it becomes overwhelming to walk into my apartment and see all the crap I have lying around. It’s like the walls are closing in. This mood always makes me remember Supafly, and how I ended up with his gold velvet couch because he needed to, as he said, “simplify.” I feel the need to simplify, but I don’t think I have the heart for it. Wanting to have less stuff still can’t overcome all my pack-rat tendancies.
And my computer still isn’t fixed.
