
Hello everyone, this is the new blog. I doubt I'll be able to do daily updates, but I'm going to aim for at least weekly. I'll try to post as often as possible. It is another hot and humid Sunday here in Hartford. This summer has been brutal. The winter was very long too. Something is broken with the weather here. I will not inundate you with photos, but I got my scanner working again and I'll put one new one up with every post. I'll start with some from our honeymoon.
Someone hit my car the other day in the parking lot at West Hartford Center and was kind enough to leave me a note. I was amazed! So, basically that saves me my deductible of going through my own insurance. I left a note on someone's car once when I hit it in my own parking lot, so it must be karma coming back to reward me. My car is getting fixed and I rented a car for the weekend. All they had left was a GMC Envoy so I got it at a discounted rate. It's fun to drive, though a bit more sluggish than I had expected.
The photo above is Merinda and I just before we jumped off the North Face of the Alps on a paraglider. We got up to the top of the moutain on a gondola and no one jumped off for a long time because the wind wasn't right. One guy tried a couple of times but changed his mind once, and almost got dragged off the cliff, because his parachute kind of half-way opened (Yikes!). Nevertheless, I guess the wind changed, and they thought it was ok to go and I was the first one to jump in our group. We each rode tandem with an experienced glider. Still, I am usually a bit afraid of heights and this requires you to run as fast as you can directly off a 300 foot cliff, which further out drops at least 2000 feet, dragging a parachute behind you. But I realized that the best thing you can do about fear is just ignore it. I always wondered if I'd have the guts to run off a cliff, or jump out of a plane, and it was good to find out that I do. When you're running you're concentrating on running fast enough, so you don't really think about being afraid. Though before I went, I though, "gee, I hope the wind doesn't change again just as I'm running." I guess the running part makes it easier than jumping out of a plane in one way. Once we were out floating in the air and the paraglider opened behind us it was a little unnerving that there was just this wooden board between you and the ground, and these little metal hooks with latches that you yourself had hooked up, connecting you to the paraglider, but I don't think your brain really lets it sink in. It seemed very surreal, as if I was I was just in some really realistic virtual reality video game or something. Is this a side effect of growing up in our generation? All I could hear was the wind in the paraglider, and the little altimeter thingy beeping now and then (I think it helps the glider catch "thermals" and prolong the ride.) Our ride was about forty minutes. They say that one guy flew from that spot where we jumped in Germany all the way to Italy on a paraglider. That would give me a soar bum. It was almost too perfectly beautiful of a view to sink in to your head (natural beauty overload). You could see the peaks of the Alps stretching out to the horizon in one direction and many lush green valleys with lakes and castles in the other.
A giant thunderstorm just hit and looks to be trying to break the heat wave. Lightning is all over. One just struck so close that right before I heard the thunder I heard a fizzle coming from the plug in the outlet. Car alarms are being set off randomly in the neighborhood by the thunder.
I really like Pete's straw poll idea, so here's two questions. Would you leave a note if you hit someone's car in a parking lot and left noticeable damage? Would you go skydiving? Paragliding?