We have spent the first 30 shows covering what has happened to the survivors of the front section of Flight 815 in their 48 days on the island. Show 31 gives us the Reader’s Digest Condensed Version of all forty-eight days for the tail section survivors and it ain’t pretty.
This photo was taken by Donna as I wound my way up the many switchbacks to the entrance to Black Rock Mountain State Park yesterday.
Not satisfied with driving over 400 miles on Saturday we decided to drive 60 miles (one way) for lunch today. We met Donna’s cousin Laurie in Columbia at California Dreaming where we caught each other up on the doings of the respective branches of the family tree. We rode to there with the top up because we took the interstate, but on the way home it was down because we traveled the two lane back roads on the another perfect autumn afternoon.
We finished watching the last 3 episodes of Mad Men tonight and now have to wait until July of ’09 for new shows…
Saturday was the MMC Leaf Peeping Run of which I was the leader. We met at the Cracker Barrel over in Augusta. The restaurant was packed with people eating breakfast, but only two other couples were members of the Miata Club, seems the rest of them were just there coincidentally. After eating we headed west and north to the upstate of Georgia (with a brief foray into South Carolina) to see the colorful trees. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of us driving the windy back roads enjoying nature’s beauty, but there was just our one car from the Club, seems the rest of them were just there coincidentally.
The weather was absolutely perfect for leaf peeping and the roads were mostly uncrowded. We ended up at Black Rock Mountain State Park near Clayton, GA where the club has visited several times before on these excursions. Instead of opting for the mega-meal at the Dillard House just up the street we drove the 35 miles to Clarkesville (where the rock group the Monkees are from) to eat at Zanzo Italian Cafe where we you get the best Italian food this side of, well, Italy. Two words: Baked Ziti.
Somewhere in northern Georgia, the Emperor zoomed past the eighty-three thousand mile mark.
We got home a touch more than 12 hours after we left it, tired, wind burned and completely satisfied. We would have gone right to bed, but seeing as we were going to get an extra hour of sleep, we opted to watch episodes 8, 9 & 10 of Season 2 of Mad Men.
After two years, seven months and eleven days my glasses broke. For the last few days they have felt loose on my face and I needed to keep pushing them back on my nose. On Tuesday night I finally took them off and looked at them. On the right side, the part between the hinge and the lens (I’m sure there s a technical term for it, but I don’t have a clue what it might be) was bent outwards making the ear piece flare out. Hmmm, seems as if all it might need is a slight bending back. These a nice frames and they are made out of titanium or some exotic metal that bends but doesn’t break, so there should be no problem. Right?
Wrong. As soon as I applied any pressure the frame snapped right where it meets the lens, apparently that part is made out of cheap cast aluminum. Because the glasses are so light I was able to make it through the work day with the glasses on my face on Wednesday with just one earpiece no problem, nobody even noticed (or they did and didn’t ask because they were uninterested in hear my probably long winded explanation) and after work our first stop was the eyeglass place. The girl took my glasses and said, “Let me see what I can do.” Then disappeared into the back. About 5 minutes later she came back out with my glasses complete with two earpieces. They just didn’t match, so now if you look at me from the left side nothing is different, but if you look at me from the right side it looks like I have a different set of glasses. Fortunately because of the thinness of the wire frames, when looking at me head on, the difference is barely noticeable. Come January, when the new year’s medical flex spending kicks in I’ll be getting new glasses.
In the episode number thirty of eighty-two flashback we are at the hospital where Shannon’s father has died. In typical TDTVS fashion he was killed in the very same car accident that almost crippled the woman who would become the future Mrs. Jack Sheppard after he chooses to save her instead of him, the other driver. Off island we attend Adam Rutherford’s funeral and on island Shannon visit’s brother Boone’s grave before chasing off into the jungle where she is ultimately shot and killed by the returning raft sailors and tail section survivors.
Every Wednesday the local Firehouse Subs comes out to ASCO and sells subs. For the past month or so Donna and I have been splitting a large Italian on white with no mayo, except for yesterday, for a change we decided to try a Hook & Ladder.
This month, as he does sometimes, my boss decided to have his monthly communications meeting on a Wednesday and treat us to lunch. I got to the room about 5 minutes before the meeting and grabbed a sandwich so I could take half to Donna at her desk. When I got back to the conference room everyone was there except for one. His sandwich was sitting right there and I kidded, “How long to we have to wait for him to how before I can have his sandwich.”
When our strangler did arrive he took some hits for being late and that if he hadn’t gotten there when he did Brian was going to eat his sandwich. He unwrapped the sub, took one bite and said hey this isn’t what I ordered, “I ordered an Italian.” I said, “Me too.” “On white with no mayo?” “Yep, me too, what’s your label say?” He looked and said it reads, large, white no mayo, Hook & Ladder…and Brian.
Ooops. I was so used to getting the Italian Sub that I didn’t read the whole label on the sandwich, I just grabbed. Here I was teasing about eating this guy’s sub and all along I was eating it.
(29 of 82) If this episode was a movie I would have to label it a “Chick Flick.” In the off island flashbacks we get to see how Sun and Jin met in Korea and on one side of island we get a little bit of Jin wondering about Sun and on the other side of the island a lot of Sun wondering about Jin.