On December 7, we had a little snow flurry. It was easily three times the snow we have ever seen up here. A day that will live in infamy.
The next night we went to see the mighty Metallica. Jenn bought the tickets back in July for my birthday.
I was first introduced to Metallica in 1985 when I was 18. Over the years I have seen them six times, but the last time was way back in 1991. A lot has changed since then.
Truthfully, I was a bit apprehensive about going. In the "old days" I would be in the pit, moshing with my inebriated friends, thrashing my grand head of hair around. This time, at 42 years of age, I stood around, contemplating my bald spot, not really knowing what to do with myself. I thought about my friends who used to accompany me to these concerts, the ones who have scattered about, the ones who are now doctors and policemen.
They put on a great show, as always, and for me it was fun and sad and nostalgic and uncomfortable and comforting all at the same time. In the end I was glad to have experienced it.
During this time we were trying to get hardwood flooring installed. What the contractor said would be a three-day job ended up taking seven. This is not counting the days they didn't show up due to the snow. Here's a little sample:
There's still a lot of finish work to be completed, but the flooring itself is done. I actually contemplated laying the floor myself, but after seeing what these guys went through, I would have been in way over my head. Today we're having some carpet installed.
On Sunday we took time out to go for a little ride. It was cold, but it was nice to get out.
Trail conditions were just about perfect. I hope to get out for a single speed ride soon. It's been a while since I have been out.
That's all for now. Later.
