The moonlit landscape was surreal and calming. It would have been a totally chill run (both temperature and mood), if not for the doofi (the plural of doofus) in the truck trying to get out of the sandy wash. Loud, obnoxious, but entertaining. Sounds like a wine review.
The game ended in a draw. Mikaela's team had a perfectly executed long pass and breakaway, but the goal was called back on a dubious offsides call. Regardless of the call, the play was beautiful.
Saturday night was a fundraiser for the kids' school. An open bar opened the wallets for both the live and silent auctions. From what I could tell, the event was a success. I met a very interesting man from Zimbabwe. He is the kind of person you want to have to dinner - and not because he's a Cordon Bleu-trained chef, though that is a definite benefit!
Sunday dawned bright, and reasonably warm: time to run!
After the run, for me it was off to the bike shop. Chris Huber (who set the land speed record on a bike in 1992) has recently opened a new shop in town. We've known Chris for a while, so we patronized his place, looking to get Risa a bike so we can start doing some family-related physical activity. She test rode a few and will be getting one by next weekend (I think). I dropped my Rocky Mountain Rail for some much needed maintenance and tuning. Then it was off to Mills Park, so Mikaela and a friend could do some low-key riding. I chilled with my Kindle (reading Alfred Bester's The Demolished Man, if you're interested), finally relaxing.
I hope you all had as interesting and fulfilling weekend as I did!