August 6th, 2008


Paint ball

2003 (or was it 2002 or 2004?) Deirdre organized paintball. Cause she's the coordinatrix.

Most of the games were things like team on team, capture the flag, stuff like that.

The people running our group suggested "Terminator". I suspect this was a joke they play on unsuspecting groups. One person gets a head start of 2 or 3 minutes. He's the terminator. Then everyone goes after him. If he hits you, you are out. However, the terminator stays in the game. You can't "kill" him even if you hit him.

The game is supposed to end when the terminator submits.

I remember the employees saying afterward that usually the terminator gives up after 5 or 6 hits if he doesn't have padding. They didn't tell us this until afterward.

Duri thought this was a great idea for a game and volunteered to be the terminator.

He quit because: a) he was out of ammo. b) he couldn't see through all the paint covering his goggles.

My memory is he had something like 100 or 200 visible welts from that game.

That is how I met Duri.

In other news

Starting shortly, mom will have 24 hour caregivers. I've got Monday through Thursday covered, and am working on Friday through Sunday coverage.

Dad is not thrilled. I don't blame him. There will be someone he barely knows in his house 24 hours a day. That's a tough nut to swallow.

It's really pretty wrenching to see my mom now. It's not just that she has almost no use of her hands. It's more. I can't really put into words how weak she is without writing a novel, and I'm not in the mood for it.