Kill it! - Saturday, June 20, 2009 Recap

Hi Everybody,

The kids had time trials this morning and, while none of the times were great, most were a decided improvement over the times from the earlier trials and the regatta. I think that when our athletes get home to their own boats, they are going to be very pleased.

We did a team dinner last night at a new restaurant and it was very good, but hot and slow. Most of the kids ate pizzas, but some of us tried the spaghetti carbonara. It was definitely different than any other version of that dish that I have tried. Not bad, just different.

After dinner, we came back to the club and I had an amazing revelation. Last year, for the Peachtree City Dragonboat Festival, Chuck set my laptop up to act as a wireless router. Both of us had completely forgotten about it until tonight. I was whining, again, about not being able to load any new books on my iTouch, and looking online for some way to get around the need for wireless. One of the book sites mentioned turning your laptop into a wireless device and DING!DING!DING! the light went on. So, now my machine is broadcasting like a wireless router and Susan, Sheaffer and the other LCKC folks with a laptop are able to access the internet via a wireless connection. Of course, this presumes that the internet is working to begin with, something not to be taken for granted.

Artist's rendition of killer Romanian spider from last night

I have to tell y’all about my new hero, Susan. Last night she valiantly defended me from a spider the size of Godzilla. We had been in bed about 10 minutes and I was just dropping off to sleep, when something brushed my arm a couple of times. I thought it was just a couple of mosquitoes….until multiple legs ran across my hand. I came out of that bed so fast I left the covers floating above the mattress. I shined the light from my iTouch on the wall above the bed, and there, on the wall, was Spiderzilla. No joke, the unblessed thing was about 4 inches across. Susan jumped out of bed, took one look at Spiderzilla, and grabbed her shoe. She smashed that booger until he resembled the pate they serve in picnics here. So here’s to Susan, mighty spider killer, and my hero.

Take care,

Marcy