Also typical

Two days ago, it was a spectacular day, sunny and mild.  I said to the kids, “Tomorrow night, it’s a total lunar eclipse.  We’ll let you stay up to see it if the weather holds.”

It was cloudy.

Until after the eclipse was over.  Then it was beautiful.

I was born a tumblin’ man

Despite the light snow and chilly air, we decided to go for that hike anyway.  We trekked up to the almost-top of the local rocky monument, carefully negotiating the ice-covered sections of the path.  I say “almost-top” because there’s no path to the summit, although we circumnavigated the rocky formation (which gives the town its name) looking for one.

In fact, we followed what appeared to be a path for a short distance.  It got us about 10 feet higher, then ended.  Instead of returning the way we came, I figured I’d slide off the ledge and help everyone else get down.

It wasn’t the jump’s height that did me in.  It was the slant of the ground I landed on, a slant I didn’t realize was there until I was rolling on the sand and gravel.  Luckily, nothing got hurt, except my reputation as a world-renowned acrobat in the Chinese circus.  Oh, and my leg got poked by the keys in my pocket.  Even more luckily, the other people enjoying the trail didn’t come around the corner until after we were all down.  Witnesses would’ve had to be “taken care of”.  And I can’t really afford to be pampering people in a spa.

Typical

I know I already posted once today, but I just wanted to point something out.

Yesterday, it was a spectacular day, sunny and mild.  I said to the wife, “Tomorrow, we’re both off, for once.  We should go hiking if the weather holds.”

Today it snowed.

I couldn’t find what I was looking at

 Having moved to a new state recently (sorta), I figured it was about time to get a new driver’s license. I went to the state’s website, and it stated that I could simply show my old valid license to apply for a new one. I did notice lots of rules and regulations about what might be necessary for certain people to prove identities, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a backup ID. I went searching for my passport, which I’d had at my desk maybe 2 days earlier. Of course, it wasn’t there. I went to the closet, finding my kids’ passports and the box we keep them in. However, the box requires a key, a key which I am currently missing. I figured, “Oh, well, I don’t think I’ll need it anyway.”

Well, guess what? Apparently Washington is one of the few states where your old license alone isn’t good enough. I swear that wasn’t on the website. I returned from the licensing office (which wasn’t exactly a 10-minute drive) and grumbled until the wife got home. I asked her why she put my passport back in the box when I was going to need it soon. She said, “It’s not locked.”

If only I had tried opening the box.