Move? , Weekend

For the past few weeks I have been toying around with relocating duf.net to a new provider. I can get about 15 times the amount of disk space and 15 times the amount of monthly bandwidth for about 40% of what I am paying now. The only thing that is stopping me is the big task of moving all of my “stuff” from one host to another. I have message boards, websites for friends and family, tons of pictures, videos, databases and of course this blog that would have to be moved. However if Ali gives me the go ahead I think I will tackle it. I need a challenge. However such a move could result in several things being unavailable for a period of time, especially this blog.

On Friday night I was out walking Nicki. I looked up into the sky as I often do to check out the stars and I see the moon. However it didn’t look anything like I ever saw. The way the earth was casting a shadow across it, the only thing lit up were two slices towards the bottom, separated by darkness. It looked like an alien was looking down on us. I quickly called Ali out to see it. By the time Nicki was done, the visual was gone and the moon was totally dark. It was really freaky.

Saturday morning I played some tennis with my neighbor. I’ve played tennis exactly one time since I moved to Florida and that was “against” Ali. I think the last time I played competitive tennis against someone was when I used to be a meat cutter at Weis Markets. It was close to 17 or 18 years ago against my buddy Dave. I enjoy tennis even though I am not good at it. Tennis is one of those sports where my dominant hand mixup really hampers me. I play the sport right handed, even though I throw, shoot a basketball and bat left handed. (I do write right handed) I think when I was young, my mom sent me for tennis lessons and I was taught to play right handed. I look awkward as hell playing the game, in fact the only thing I can do with authority is serve hard, albeit 95% of time it goes into the net. So my tennis game relies on stupid backspin shots that far too often sail out of bounds. Well my neighbor is not a spectacular player but he is steady. All he had to do was keep the ball in play and I would soon hit it into the net or out of bounds. I lost the first two sets 6-2 6-2. On a few of the shots where I actually geared up and tried to hit the ball hard, I instead wound up launching the ball a hundred feet out of the court. In the last set we stopped with me up 4-0 but that was because my neighbor hurt his leg so it meant nothing. I hope we get to play more so I can get some rust off my game, it was fun.

I had a big list of stuff I wanted to do and I added a bonus job. I pressure washed the entire storage shed. Over time it gets coated with nasty greenish mildew junk that needs to be blasted off a couple times a year. I was going to see if I could swap the driveshaft on my Tacoma myself but I couldn’t even budge the bolts that attach it. I just had no room to get leverage. As I was putting away the tools, two hispanic guys driving a white Escalade, wearing ties walked up my driveway and asked if we had any hispanic neighbors. I told them the only ones I knew of. They thanked me and handed me a bible pamphlet which I threw in the trash as they pulled away.

Even though I kept busy for the majority of the weekend, I felt grumpy and dissatisfied with myself. One week/weekend just seems to roll into another with little to distinguish one from the next. Call it an early mid-life crisis but damn, things just feel off to me.

I finished DaVinci Code. It was an excellent read. I plan to tackle the author’s other book, Angels and Demons. Ali said that one is even better. The facts that are tied into DaVinci Code are disturbing and enlightening at the same time. I’m looking forward to see how it translates to film. Reading the book has put me behind in my magazine reading routine. I have a big pile of Men’s Health, Muscle & Fitness and Wired magazines to get through. I will burn through that pile on the plane to and from Vegas.