So let me tell you all about the trial I’m hearing! Oh, wait — I could get thrown in jail for that? OK, let me tell you about what’s going on with my entry in IFComp ’09! Wait — that’s a violation of Rule 5 and could get me disqualified?
OK, then let me tell you about something stupid I did last weekend!
The five of us had just gone out for our first family weekend at the zoo with Jonathan. We had a good time, although we kept it a bit short for our first major outing. The zoo is a good 20 miles away, at least, and so when we were almost back home, I happened to glance down and noticed that the low fuel light was on. And the indicator was below empty.
The question then was what to do. I was almost home — less than 5 minutes away. But I was not sure at all that I had even 5 minutes of gas left. So, thinking quickly, I diverted north on the final exit rather than south, and headed towards a nearby filling station while trying to preserve as much speed as possible. Probably 2 miles short of the exit I needed, the engine gave out. We were headed down a hill at the time, and I just switched into neutral and moved over to the shoulder to try to eke out as much extra distance as I could get. We got to the bottom of the hill still going near 70, and started up the next one.
The exit we were waiting for was still over a mile away over the hill, and the minivan was slowing down every second. We continued to climb the hill and slow, unsure all the time whether we were going to have enough kinetic energy to keep going. As it happened, we hit the crest at about 30 mph, and coasted down the very slight incline on the other side of the peak all the way to the base of the off-ramp we needed, with the filling station in sight not 200 yards away.
A quick jaunt up to the station and back, and we had enough gas to get going again. But I’m sure glad we made it up that hill. That would have turned a 15-minute round trip into a 45-minute one, and with three tired kids in the car that would not have been pleasant at all, particularly for Robin who was stuck feeding Jonathan, who had just woken up hungry.























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One of the things Robin and I do as a couple is a monthly dinner club with our friends. The club got started by a couple — the husband, Garrett, worked with me, and his wife Ginny is a developmental pediatrician. The club started with kind of an equal distribution of computer geeks and doctors — a surprisingly compatible mix — with a sprinkling of other professions for flavor, and it’s pretty much held steady since then.
I’m going to make a permanent change in the posting schedule for this blog, and cut out the weekend posts from now on. I very seldom have any time to write on the weekend, so I’m either really stretching to find something to write about or depleting my hard-won backlog of content.![rDV7kyzWPor2jdoulS0RAEkKo1_500[1] rDV7kyzWPor2jdoulS0RAEkKo1_500[1]](http://www.wigdahl.net/quern/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/rDV7kyzWPor2jdoulS0RAEkKo1_5001-231x300.jpg)
We got a heck of a lot of stuff done yesterday. Lots of cleaning, and the new room is now wired for cable. I took the kids to the pool while Robin worked on our room, and they had a great time.
Not much to report today. It’s the weekend; we have a lot to do around the house, we’re going to take the kids out biking later, and there’s a Rock Band party this evening that I’ll briefly attend.