Tuesday 20
Apr. 20th, 2010 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madgravityTuesday 20- I did my stretches and ran two miles.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 46 and 56 degrees, SW winds at 9 to 30 with gusts to 50 MPH or more, humidity around 22 percent, hazy skies because of the high winds.
According to the National Weather Service: “Wednesday: Isolated showers. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 58. Breezy, with a west wind between 20 and 28 mph, with gusts as high as 41 mph. Chance of precipitation is 20%. Wednesday Night: Isolated showers. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 43. Breezy, with a west wind 25 to 28 mph decreasing to between 7 and 10 mph. Winds could gust as high as 39 mph. Chance of precipitation is 20%.”
I went outside to work on the patio roof after breakfast but the winds started blowing really hard and I had to abandon all work and head back inside. So I wrote my column for the newspaper and sent it in. Then I messed around online looking at telescopes I can’t afford.
Too dang windy for an evening walk!
I read aloud from the textbooks: “Astronomy Today" Chapter review of Jupiter; “The Cell: a Molecular Approach” DNA Rearrangements: Site-Specific Recombination.
I read a few more chapters of “The Golden Orange”. Our hero and the rich lady talk to the lawyer who handled her Dad’s estate and finds that it is worth hundreds of millions of dollars because of some property her Dad bought that she didn’t know about; a good motive for her Dad’s friend to want her dead because he would get it all if she died. Knowing this our hero tracks down this employee of her Dad’s friend the rich lady claims was stalking her home by checking out all the gay bars in Laguna. He finds him in a rundown beach house. The guy is frail, skin and bones, and is dying of AIDS. Obviously he is in no shape to be stalking the rich lady at her house. But he interrogates him anyways and finds that her Dad didn’t get AIDS from him but had given him AIDS, and also he is no friend or employee of her Dad’s friend but was fired by him after her Dad shot himself. He confronts her with this when he arrives back at Newport and she has a hard time believing it. They drink. They have sex. The next morning she takes our hero down to a yacht brokerage to test drive a sailboat. The broker shows them the fastest sailboat he has and the rich lady makes like she wants to buy it and the broker gives them the keys. Our hero can’t believe she did this, but is having the time of his life; he lost his old sloop in a bitter divorce and has missed it. They drink. They have sex. At this point in the book I don’t know if she is playing him or not.
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 46 and 56 degrees, SW winds at 9 to 30 with gusts to 50 MPH or more, humidity around 22 percent, hazy skies because of the high winds.
According to the National Weather Service: “Wednesday: Isolated showers. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 58. Breezy, with a west wind between 20 and 28 mph, with gusts as high as 41 mph. Chance of precipitation is 20%. Wednesday Night: Isolated showers. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 43. Breezy, with a west wind 25 to 28 mph decreasing to between 7 and 10 mph. Winds could gust as high as 39 mph. Chance of precipitation is 20%.”
I went outside to work on the patio roof after breakfast but the winds started blowing really hard and I had to abandon all work and head back inside. So I wrote my column for the newspaper and sent it in. Then I messed around online looking at telescopes I can’t afford.
Too dang windy for an evening walk!
I read aloud from the textbooks: “Astronomy Today" Chapter review of Jupiter; “The Cell: a Molecular Approach” DNA Rearrangements: Site-Specific Recombination.
I read a few more chapters of “The Golden Orange”. Our hero and the rich lady talk to the lawyer who handled her Dad’s estate and finds that it is worth hundreds of millions of dollars because of some property her Dad bought that she didn’t know about; a good motive for her Dad’s friend to want her dead because he would get it all if she died. Knowing this our hero tracks down this employee of her Dad’s friend the rich lady claims was stalking her home by checking out all the gay bars in Laguna. He finds him in a rundown beach house. The guy is frail, skin and bones, and is dying of AIDS. Obviously he is in no shape to be stalking the rich lady at her house. But he interrogates him anyways and finds that her Dad didn’t get AIDS from him but had given him AIDS, and also he is no friend or employee of her Dad’s friend but was fired by him after her Dad shot himself. He confronts her with this when he arrives back at Newport and she has a hard time believing it. They drink. They have sex. The next morning she takes our hero down to a yacht brokerage to test drive a sailboat. The broker shows them the fastest sailboat he has and the rich lady makes like she wants to buy it and the broker gives them the keys. Our hero can’t believe she did this, but is having the time of his life; he lost his old sloop in a bitter divorce and has missed it. They drink. They have sex. At this point in the book I don’t know if she is playing him or not.
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.
