Wow, the Kenagy’s have been busy. We are just goin’ ON, I tell you. Yet oddly I can’t think of a single thing we’ve done…
Last Thursday I made my inaugural bike ride in preparation for our Katy Trail run, which is now a mere month away. I would have liked to have been training a lot more, but that’s how it goes. My bicycle has been broken since early Winter, and I just now got if fixed. (Actually “broken” is not quite the correct term; it was working fine until I decided to work on it.) We went 20 miles on the Corporate Woods trail, and I lived to tell about it. After the ride we met up at the Brooksider to rehash the details of our arduous trek.
Friday night Doni and I went out on a DATE of sorts… We started off with dinner at the Double Dragon, down at 50th and Main. Not too shabby… Cheap, tasty, and fast. As a bonus, the waitress’ accents were so strong that they provided a little comedic value to the dinner. Doni did an admirable job of translating; I honestly had no idea what they were saying. After dinner we met up with Doni’s new co-worker Mike at the ‘Sider, but didn’t last long. Ate too much I guess.
Saturday, I started off the day with “spinning class” at the gym. Apparently nobody knows what spinning is, so I’ll throw out the definition that it’s stationary bike riding. Stationary bike riding with loud, annoying music and a demented instructor, both of which contribute nicely towards distracting me from the sheer boredom and frustration of riding a bike and not actually going anywhere. I’ve been taking these classes 2-3 times a week, also as preparation for the Katy Trail. I figure fake bike riding is better than no bike riding. After recovering somewhat from that event, we worked on one of our ongoing “projects” at the house. There is now some actual hope of one day completing “The Room”, which we started the day we moved into the house. Faint, distant hope, but hope all the same. For the money and time we’ve sunk into it, we likely should’ve just torn it down altogether and had a new one built, but we won’t go there. Saturday night we didn’t do anything, because I had to work. Boo Hoo.
Sunday was easily, without a doubt, the pinnacle of our weekend. I slept until 11:00 because of the late night working, but upon finally waking up I was immensely pleased to find we had a lunch date scheduled with none other than Mr. and Mrs. James Munkirs! We decided to “think outside the box” so to speak, and stay away from the usual haunts like the Brooksider. This was, after all, a special occasion. After much negotiating, we decided on 75th Street Brewery. Alas, upon arriving, they didn’t open until noon. Naturally, this left us totally stymied and just a bit dismayed, so we retreated to the comfortable confines of the Brooksider. Just goes to show what happens when you try to get fancy and branch out. We sat out on the deck and engaged in hours of lively banter. We caught up on old times, and just generally reveled in the wholesome conversation. Or, we might have just talked about Float Trip. Something like that. After lunch it was back to work on the house, specifically “The Room”. We put up rolled insulation in the walls and ceiling, trying to get ready for the sheetrock guy. Man that stuff was nasty; I still itch all over. Little fiberglass splinters in places that I am quite sure did not come into contact with the insulation. Next time I’m going wrap myself in saran wrap before I touch that stuff. That project took us something like 14 hours (or maybe it was 4…) and then we went over to Susan’s brand spankin’ new apartment to watch the Sopranos. Yep, Susan sold her house and is moving down to the Plaza. Naturally this poses something of a grave inconvenience for us, but we are trying to be supportive.