Martin Mull
Sunday
Up "late."
It's gonna rain, looks like hard. Get the dog walk in by 11:30. That's gonna be it. Clean up and make outstanding fish tacos.
Monday, back to getting teenagers up in the dark. Plotting trajectory of the day; office is going to be busy, yoga or iron this pm ? Get in early enough to choose. Pradeep is still traveling and its one of the white boys who try to chant subbing, so iron it is:
100 16kg swing warm up
long cycle clean & press
5 double 20, 5 double 24, 1+1 32x2
10 front squats, double 16kg
10 reverse pull ups off of Smith Machine to 5 neutral grip pull-ups, 16lbs assist
Deck squats 5 10lb plate to 5 4kg, better and better
3x
Long cycle presses just crazy strong
Swings, 15/15 32kg ten reps x 5
30/30, 20 rep pace 24kg x 7
Tuesday
CT, get up to swings, ten reps to get downs, next side. 16 3x, 20 4x, 24 3x
Good mix and will use it again.
Wednesday, MH class late. Meet ct for good lunch and back for meeting with MF, who hires me to help clean up one of the biggest cluster fucks I've seen which is saying something.
Thursday, gets busier and busier as day goes on, end up nothing.
Another Friday suit day. Hayward court appearance that should take ten minutes stretches to two hours for no reason except that opposing counsel is long winded and the judge had a light calendar and did not seem to want to attend to the backlog on his desk. I won but FML.
Go in for Pradeep, which is awesome as usual, start weekend with what would be a very temporary inner calm.
Brigid texts me as I'm driving up. She's ordered 127 Hours and CANNOT WAIT to watch it. We curl up to take Aron's ride. Its is a great movie and at the scene where Aron's dad pulls him out of the car as a two year old and sits with him looking at the desert, she blurts out: "that's the best thing ever you can do with your kid." Now how would she know:
That just slays me.
Saturday, its dumping, seriously dumping rain.
Go out, load up and unload firewood which is a pretty good little early bit of exercise. Run around in the pounding rain.
At about 4:30 Brigid starts cooking ham. She also wants to bake scones but baking soda is out of date. I want to get the workout I have been procrastinating all day done, we can put the baking soda run off.
Home workouts always suck to start; I think it's chemical. In the gym there is anticipation and juice and it is a place to be beastly. Home is a place to curl up with book or laptop, watch the fire and procrastinate with the dog sleeping at feet, think about Aron Ralston and look forward to the Punch Brothers show with 5 at McNear's Mystic. Been looking forward to this for months, no one can play like those guys. In anticipation of that, find a Allison Krauss & Union Station Soundstage show, put it on, and start it up.
Its pretty fucking clod like, particularly first two rounds of presses:
5+5 20kg, 4+4 24kg, 3+3 28kg
10 20kg goblet squats
10+10 28kg rows
10 20kg bootstrap squats
3x
Allison Krauss has an angel's voice and the harmonies below her are magic. They are not a fast-playing (though they can) bluegrass pyrotechnic band. At presses circuit 3 they drop into Jerry Douglas' We Hide & Seek which always makes the skin crawl. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0eLq90iqtk. Simple melodies for complicated people, apologies to WH. That kicks in and so does the juice, third circuit is awesome.
Steal ct's tgu swing alternating progression, 5+5, 10 swings between up and down, much much better.
Eat excellent ham dinner and up for Punch Brothers.
It is raining so fucking hard. Pick up 5. We hear first two tunes from opener and phone rings.
It's Brigid. C took her to pick up baking soda at WF. Barry went with them. They ran in, he stayed in the car, but he didn't. He has been gone since 8:00. They have been looking for an hour, no sign.
Get 5, gotta leave. Get to wf, start showing cops pictures on my phone, one says he is pretty sure he saw Barry running down Delong. I am freaking. Tell the cops I am going to start making rounds of haunts, they just say: go, you will know better than we do. 5 pulls up in new 4wd CRV, he's my wheel man. We drive all over town in the pouring rain and howling wind. Downtown is blanketed with Sheriff's Dept. I am running around in parks, checking public restrooms. I go into every open business and cruise every shopping center. It is raining so hard and is so windy its fucking unbelievable. It is freezing as well and at 11:45 I go home for foul weather gear soaked to the bone. The dog team from search and rescue has driven down from Vacaville, 55 miles away during one of the worst storms in years. They are at the house. I spend a few minutes downloading where we have been, and tell them where we are going next and leave, lead guy looks at me and says "thanks for not stopping" Are you fucking kidding me ? They have almost fifty people out looking for my kid in a hammering storm, I don't stop till he's found. Back to WF, I go around the perimeter of the complex, just cannot believe Barry, who hates the dark and the rain would leave the garage. I lose it a little bit in the street running back to the car. We keep looking. Flooded playing fields, deep puddles everywhere.
12:55. He's been gone for five hours. 5 has been driving me around for four. Text comes in, they have him. He is fine. Lose it on the way to the police station.
Walk in and hug the hell out of him,. He is dry, warm, looking a bit baffled. Search and rescue had been through the garage three times and not found him, then there he was sitting on the mat at the store entrance after being missing for five hours. I can't talk. Big cop comes up: "here he is, now you can take him home."
I should not have trusted the most logical place to be searched by others, but the running down DeLong factoid spun me. Those people are awesome and the next time some right wing dickwad starts knocking public employees I'm gonna tell him a story. But he may have come out for me much sooner.
Bed by about 3:00 am.
Sunday
Brigid makes her scones, and her brother an omelet. One for me too.
Up to ct for hour long blast which is just great, B watching and breathing heavy on a box. We take him for ice cream, drop her off and recount the whole episode to grandma on way home. So raw and tired, but the daughter wants to hang to which one should never say no . . .
2 comments:
I read your take with tears running down my cheeks. C's e-mail did not cause that reaction...Odd.
My reactions to my kids are pretty extreme, a therapist pointed out to me that it probably has to do with being the third child in a family where the parents were gone a lot.
That said that experience was awful. C had the benefit of being indoors at the Police dept and then home, and not being out in that storm.
Yeah, it really really sucked.
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