Monday, March 27, 2006

To erg is human...

... to row, divine!










(this, by the way, is erging. See how evil it is?)



Hendrix and Patroclus, consider yourselves tagged. (Actually, HC, I seriously considered tagging you anyway because I'm sure you have loads of terrific music to share, but I know how busy at work you are and I didn't want to be a nuissance. I can't wait to read your 20 tracks.)



and now, the Hairy Update:

Spent the weekend with the Hairy Man, and what a lovely weekend it was. Saturday we went to see Transamerica at the Watershed (which is a teriffic film, by the way), and then he took me back to his and fixed us a curry for dinner. Damn that man can cook!

Sunday was the best, thought. He took me out for drive in the Somerset countryside. He wouldn't tell me where we were going, which was fine because I love surprises. First we drove through Cheddar gorge, which was spectacular. The weather was shit and we weren't dressed for hiking, but he promised to bring me back later in the spring and do a day hike. Then becuause, as he put it, "I know you're into all that medieval stuff, so I thought you might enjoy this," he drove me over to Wells to visit the cathedral there. You're darn tootin' I enjoyed it!

(Did you know that the cathedral at Wells is home to the second oldest working clock in the entire world? It's SO COOL. It's over 600 years old. On the hour a pair of wooden jousting knights come out of the clock and do a little joust, and a wooden jester rings a chime on the hour and clicks his heels on the quarter-hour. It's totally charming!)

It was a drippy, foggy, rainy afternoon, and we spent about 5 hours whizzing around the countryside, enjoying the views and vistas and (most of all) the company. Finally we stopped at the grocery store on the way home (he actually held my hand as we wandered around tesco's) and got fixin's for dinner. He made a pork roast with parsnips and swede and sprouts and apple sauce. De-lish!

(If I didn't know better, I'd think he was seriously trying to court me.)

13 comments:

Spinsterella said...

So that's an erg? Oh. I call them 'rowing machines'.


(And I do think you are being courted. In an extremely efficiant manner too.)

BTW, does Hairy know that he, ahem, broke you in?

hendrix said...

So did I till I saw the pictures. That really does look evil - not you CB - just all that exercise in the same place!

Chaucer's Bitch said...

Yes, Spin, Hairy knows he was the first. I told him on the night. (Wanted to make sure he was gentle with me.) Now it's a bit of a running gag between us. For example, last night the pork was done in the oven before the botanical accoutraments were cooked, so Hairy took the pig out, pulled off a piece, and fed it to me.
me: "It's delicious," I said, pulling off another (really big) piece.
H: "Christ woman! One taste of meat and suddenly you're insatiable..."
me: "There's a mataphor if ever I heard one."
H: *snorts with laughter*

yeah, we have a good time time together.

Chaucer's Bitch said...

and HC, I'm surprised! Has your alleged brother never complained about ergs (the American term) or ergos (the British term) to you?

First Nations said...

*envious, envious, envious*
I like medieval cheddar too.
is that you in the blue top sitting in front of the round fan thingie?

hendrix said...

probably, but I know better than to listen to him.

Chaucer's Bitch said...

fn: yeah, that's me. the fan is used to generate the resistance on the handle. it is not there for the comfort of the idiot sitting on the blasted contraption.

hc: that's a handy skill. can you teach it me?

First Nations said...

zip on over here if you get the time....
redace1960@yahoo.com
i have a bunch of off-topic questions i'd like to ask you about your commitment to jesus


........no, ha ha! is only my humor laugh!
actually, about your major and reading etc.

hendrix said...

With pleasure. It's one of those things that once you know how to do it - comes in so handy...

Ezri said...

Dude sounds awesome :) Man, you leave the country for a few days and all the good stuff happens, jeez... Email me a good time and I'll give you a call from the land of palm trees and waves :)

No Shit Sherlock said...

Jesus. That's it. I'm stealing your Hairy. Then I'll clone him and you can have him back.
You should marry him. Do you know how hard it is to find a straight guy that can cook? Get him drunk, and take him to Vegas. Easy.
Does he know you call him Hairy? Just interested.
Erging: Sounds like hell.

Chaucer's Bitch said...

hell, i call him "hairy" to his face!

the M-word? not even thinking that far ahead...

patroclus said...

Oo, more tags! I always wanted to be tagged with this music one, so stay tuned (er, no pun...). Coming up later this week...