Labor Day weekend. It was nice to get the expected extra day off from work. We didn't much take advantage of it, just spent some time enjoying ourselves and getting out.
Saturday we awoke and took a short bike ride around our familiar block, stopping at the school park along the way and finding that twenty-something bodies don't hang from monkey bars the same way that fresh, more youthful bodies do. My arms were creaky and a little stretched/sore afterwards. I have these monkey-like tendencies, but in my weakened, less-active state and with the weight of my now fully grown body, they aren't as agile as they could be. I should get them to live up to their potential. Hmmm....
Well, that afternoon found us making our way down to Old Sacramento, where they were celebrating Gold Rush Days. The streets were coated in sand and filled with antiquated tents, covered wagons and costumed westerners that ran amuck throughout a temporarily old-west village. The heat was intense, but we pushed our umbrella strollers and visited the candy store, Jarom's favorite Old Sacramento indulgence, while taking in the whole extravaganza. After some time we went through the back tunnel to Downtown Plaza to drift about. We ran into Sean and Kim and made plans for dinner. Though, after wincing at the screams of our beautiful children in the car, we canceled those plans and decided to make it a trip home instead.
That night we made a record by watching two Kevin Spacey films in one night: The Usual Suspects and L.A. Confidential. Both are great movies which I've seen before; film noir-influenced, and I appreciate and love to watch them. In fact, we're watching another Kevin Spacey-starrer tonite: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Due to some tiredness, I've not finished it yet, so haven't made up my mind on it.
Sunday was Sunday. Spent associating with Grandma and Grandpa at Mom's house, eating some good food, although much too much of it, talking and enjoying a real backyard.
On Labor Day, we took ourselves up to the famous annual Diamond Springs bazaar. I'm actually told it occurs twice yearly: once in January and once in September. It's just this enormous flea market/garage sale/merchant's festival that stretches all across Pleasant Valley Road/Highway 49 in Diamond Springs. Half the road is closed off, the fire station is a party, and folks just walk up and down with makeshift shopping carts, buying old worthless VHS tapes, dangly necklaces and pseudo-antiques. We came away with some panda umbrellas, poppers, and a Mexican-influenced child's chair. Not a bad lot for two hours worth of blazing sun on your hair and shoulders.
Now the four day work week greets me, and I'm left to decide the future of my oh-so-vacillating life decisions.
Audio: TheFutureEmbrace|Billy Corgan
Video: L.A. Confidential [1997|Curtis Hanson]
Text: The Road to Los Angeles|John Fante
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what is this new feature beat-nut? i like it (the text, audio, etc. thing), it reads like a computer, but resonates like a well-crafted symbol... just some miggy jiving for you... salutes from beantown.
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