No regrets

A friend of mine did a post about regrets today.

She had some funny regrets on there that made me consider what regrets I might have. Also, she ended the post by saying "How about you guys?" So I had to think about it. It was, like, homework.

Going down her list, I was surprised at the list of her regrets, because so many of them were things I considered regretting or did regret, at one time. Like study abroad. I always wanted to study abroad, but I also wanted to finish school, and not go into too much debt during school. I accomplished those other goals by sacrificing any opportunity to study abroad. Also, she regrets not practicing the piano enough. I used to wish I could play the piano better, and I still do a little, but I did not like piano lessons, and I still maintain that I was tricked into it. In third grade, I wanted to join a soccer team. My mom said I could if I started piano lessons, and I thought that was ok. So I started both. I played soccer for one year, and I took piano lessons for 8 years. I think I plateaued around year 5 or so, but I was never really into it. I can play the piano well enough for me, and I'm ok with that.

I have no real big regrets. I wish I had learned how to better interact with people. I think I do an ok job, but I'm very timid. In the past I have come across as someone who needs help, or someone threatening. (I never understood how I would be perceived as threatening.) So, after a while of not talking much, if at all, people would become curious, and start a conversation. I was rarely the initiator. Some people think I'm a good listener, and maybe I am, now, but I've mostly always been a bad talker.

I do have one oddly specific regret. When I was young (8 or 10) I had a crush on a girl in my ward, who had been in my school classes too. So at a Pioneer Day party one year, there were handcarts that some people were supposed to ride in, and others could help push. I managed to hop into the same cart as this girl, and we were riding along and she said we should go faster. So, in my child-like attempt at chivalry, I hopped out of the cart to help push faster. But I fell. And I was dumb enough to jump off the front edge, so I had to try a backwards somersault to avoid getting run over. I almost made it out of the way, but the wheel ran over my rear end. (I remember it being almost like a pinch between the wheel and the road, but thinking back, I don't know if that makes sense.) So I had to sort of waddle over to the grass to recover. I still wish I hadn't done that.

Trip pictures

Ok, here are the best of the pictures I took on my trip to Elko. Most of them aren't actually from Elko since I was working while I was there. I'll keep the captions short and sweet, and below the pictures.
This made me laugh: the display of an irrigated garden with sprinklers right down the middle.

Salt Lake temple, as seen from the top of the conference center

Sunset in Tooele. (Alternate caption: Choose the Right.)

My hotel room in Elko. The decor had the right feel.

Me, not smiling.

The hotel pool; it was probably frozen.

A view of a mountain with an E on it, and the trailer park that was adjacent to my hotel.

My rental car.

Deeth Star Valley, which I assume is where they invented and/or built the Deeth Star.

Me, at Bonneville Salt Flats, contemplating the salty flat expanse.

Me and Jay, sleeping after a long trip. Jay didn't go on the trip, but he was as tired as I was.

Elko

Last week, I went to Elko.

I keep meaning to do a comprehensive story of my trip, with pictures, but I get motivated at times when my camera is not handy. So now I'm going to do a shorter version, no pictures, to be hopefully supplemented by a picture post of the scenic high desert west, at a later time.

First of all, if you have no idea where Elko is, you are not alone. Airplanes don't know where it is either. At least no airplanes that leave Las Vegas. And those that can be persuaded to find it charge greatly for their services. Thus, I flew to Salt Lake City, rented a car, and drove due west (on I-80) for about 3 hours to get there. Oddly enough, once you leave Salt Lake, there are only about 4 towns along that stretch.

Anyway, I had to get to Elko for some depositions I was taking on Monday, so I flew to Salt Lake on the early flight and met my old pal Joey Schmutz in Salt Lake, and we went to temple square. It was a pretty quiet morning on temple square, and we did the tours of the Beehive (or Lion?) House and the Conference Center. It was cool to wander around and see that stuff. I've been to Salt Lake just the right number of times, I think. It's always interesting to me.

After that, I dropped Joey off, cause he had to work, and I went to visit my grandma. My grandma recently moved to Syracuse, which is west of Layton. I had never been there, and I got lost twice along the way. Fortunately, I made it. My grandma currently has a basement apartment in my aunt and uncle's house. It was nice to see her. I gave her a copy of Holly's recent school picture. She asked me questions about people's recent Facebook statuses. That's right. My grandma is on Facebook. And though she doesn't update her page, she monitors mine. And my brothers and sisters. She was amazingly up to date. Don't underestimate your grandparents.

About that time, and thanks to getting lost along the way, I had to backtrack to I-80 and head to Elko. I got out of the city by dark and enjoyed singing at the top of my lungs across the desert. I even honked my rental car's horn a few times, just for fun. The highway was very empty. Much of the time I couldn't see any lights at all. I also searched the AM radio for Sunday night football, and remarkably found clear stations based in Albuquerque, San Francisco, San Diego, Seattle, and Salt Lake, but not Elko, Reno, or Las Vegas.

I got to the Gold Country Inn at about 7, if I remember right, and watched the rest of the game. For those of you who travel across state lines occasionally, you know the adjustments that requires. It was doubly odd to travel to Utah, then back to Nevada, but not home, in the same day. Two time changes, and I had to coordinate Utah time with people in Utah, so I couldn't just ignore it.

I had depositions in Elko all day Monday. I had a great breakfast at my hotel's cafe, and an interesting lunch at a Basque restaurant. By the end of the day, I had a headache and was not feeling well, so I got takeout from the hotel restaurant and watched TV. The blackened chicken with linguine wasn't that great.

I didn't sleep well Monday night, and got up at 5 a.m. after I got a small chunk of sleep. I started east before 7 and stopped in West Wendover, then at the Salt Flats. It was interesting to see how empty it is up there. I'm used to the desert, and even dry lake beds, but salt flats are just empty and white. Interestingly, people try to write things with darker rocks along the freeway. Names, mostly, from what I could tell. I wondered what those people were thinking. I'll probably never know.

Getting back to Salt Lake was bittersweet, because it is a whole lot more interesting than Elko, but I was ready to go home. The plane ride was uncomfortable, though I did discover that the emergency exit row is the roomiest row on a plane. No more comfortable, though.

Also, Elko is isolated, rural and probably pretty cool if you had time to explore a little bit. I didn't have much time, and it wasn't terribly pleasant to be there. I do have to say that I noticed several nice hunting trophies while there, and the game warden appeared to favor the restaurant at my hotel, at least for breakfast. I saw at least 8 racks of antlers in truck beds. You just don't see that very often in Las Vegas.

Army crawling

I know it's been a long time, and all I can convince myself to write about is Jay. He can crawl. He has teeth.

He can crawl army style to pretty much anywhere he wants to go. So far he's been most interested in going outside. He almost crawled out the back door today. When I saw how excited he was, I raised the blinds on the lowest foot of the french door, and he crawled up to it and looked outside. When Kelsea had to take out some trash, he tried to follow her, and when she got back to the door, he was there watching for her, and I had move him, because he wouldn't back up so she could open the door.

He also has 7 teeth, and more coming in. He has four teeth on the top, and three on the bottom. We let him eat pretty much anything he wants. Tonight we had waffles with cool whip and strawberries. Strawberries are one of those things you aren't supposed to give kids until they're one, so I didn't give him any actual strawberries, and he loved it. Unfortunately, we gave him a slice of apple on Sunday, and he choked on it. We'll have to wait until he gets some molars before we try that again.

And, since the last post was about patching the whole in the wall, here are the woefully inadequate pictures I took.

Still remodeling

We still have lots of remodeling to do in our house, and I've been trying to get all the walls painted. Before we moved in, I painted nearly every wall and ceiling in the place, but I used a white primer/sealer, and not a finish coat of paint. We decided to do it that way so that all the walls could be painted without cleaning the paint sprayer, and so that I could paint the ceilings as well, which were a little dingy.

Since then, we painted three bedrooms, and the two bathrooms. We also recently painted the kitchen ceiling, but only because I tore it up when I changed the light fixture. The biggest room in our house, and the one we spent the most time in, was still white, and the primer isn't as durable as a finish coat of paint, in case you didn't know.

So, a few weeks ago, we picked out a paint color, bought a few gallons, and I started painting. Most of the living/great room's walls are now painted the color of burnt almond, I think is the color's name (think of the inside of an almond, not the outside). But I was putting off doing the last wall. The last wall is covered by our bookshelves, which means we would have to move lots of books, and the lightswitch is weird.

In about 1984, the owner of the home added an overhead light, so a new switch was added, but it was a single switch, next to the original switch, for the plugs along that wall. And then the wall was patched poorly, and a crack was obvious. The two switches bothered me, so I wanted to fix it anyway, but the bad patch and the crack made tearing up the wall much easier to justify to Kelsea. So last night, I tore up the wall a little (maybe a one square foot whole). The newspaper inside the wall from 1984 let me know that's when the change was made. I'm looking forward to fixing the wires tonight, and hopefully closing up the wall, too. I'm not looking forward to moving the other bookshelves, but that's what I'll have to do to be able to finish painting, and that was the whole point, so I guess I have to. I'll try to remember to take some pictures, so you can see the difference, and I didn't take an immediately before picture, so you might have to trust me that it was a bad patch job.

Happy holiday weekend!

Isn't it great that we get an extra day to enjoy opening weekend of college football?

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