I can't find anything I really want to read. I'm struggling through 2 or 3 books at the same time right now. None are really capturing my attention. The lack of a great read would not bother me so much if it wasn't 200 degrees* outside every day. I want to stay in and read a good book.
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Softball
Sunday team won two today. Combined score 29-1, if memory serves. After a lousy season that's a good way to go into the league tournament.
Monday we won against a very good team, and we won our first tournament game Wednesday, so it was a good week.
I'm not so sure it was a good week for me personally, though. I can't quite tell yet, but I'm unsure whether or not I made it out of my 40th B-day month without a serious injury. Tuesday morning after my game I had some mild knee pain. Wednesday morning it was worse. I played Wednesday night and I believe it got worse.
Trying to describe the injury is difficult. I can run some with no pain, I can sometimes move left or right with no pain, but missteps or any odd direction change sometimes leads to incredibly sharp pain, like I've been stabbed or shocked in my knee. It goes away quickly, and there's no swelling, but when it hurts it hurts like heck.
Right now, it's scaring me a lot more than it's hurting me. It's such a sharp pain when it hurts that I feel like there's something seriously wrong. But then it goes away quickly. But then it hurts really badly again, and goes away quickly again.
If there was major swelling or something it would be a lot easier to figure out.
I've decided I definitely need to get it checked out, and tomorrow I plan to schedule something, but I also think I'll keep playing (in tournament games, anyway) until either I get it checked or until it hurts worse.
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Round 4 of the year: Nevel Meade w/Brian Saturday, 93. I hit like a sissy- partially because that's the way I swing, and partially because I was afraid of my injury. But I chipped and putted okay and my irons were reasonably on-target.
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For Mark's birthday I bought him a season of a show I'm almost certain he hasn't watched. I was very happy with the purchase and thought he'll love it, but it's now 1 hour to August and I still haven't given it to him. Therefore, his birthday season is stretching into the next month, so I'll boo myself on lack of timely gift delivery. But I watched a couple of episodes since I've had it, so that's some consolation to myself.
*Author error. The high temperature this year is actually only 174 degrees. - Ed.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Another loss. Our Sunday team stinks. Oops, I mean Kevin's Sunday team stinks. Tony Dollar$ is still undefeated, as far as Louisville's Most Wanted is concerned.
But Kevin and Carlos and their cast of a dozen or so lost again, this time in a rain-shortened but still official 5-4 disappointment.
I still think this Sunday team, which sits at 1 and 5 in last place, is a team to be reckoned with come tournament time. But as of now we stink.
Our biggest problem is we have a team full of good #7 or 8 hitters in the lineup, but no real 3-5 batting threats. Weak hitting, in other words.
My other real problem is where to put Kid BT. I was going to pitch him today but Ron wanted another guy- Chuck. And Chuck pitched an excellent game. He threw strikes on the first pitch and he then threw tough pitches to hit afterward. You can't ask for anything more.
Brian caught, and he made an excellent put-out on a play at the plate, which is invaluable. But Brian has an excellent glove, and this is the 2nd game he's caught. I can't help but feel we're wasting him back there. Catcher is an extremely under-rated position, and having a guy back there we are confident in is a great advantage, but still...
I like this Sunday team. It's a lot of fun, though we have some major flaws. We just need to start hitting, and I need to figure out where to put my brother and his excellent glove.
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My bruise has turned mostly yellow, which, based on experience, means it will be going away soon. But it stretches from just below my knee to my foot, which is a little disconcerting. Plus one side of my foot is purple, which is also disconcerting. Then Ron mentioned that 10 years ago Jimmy Yates needed surgery on a blood clot after a bruise just like mine, which was a thought that never entered my head until tonight and that is now bothering me slightly, but still, I think it's going away.
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I don't mind ants. I don't particularly care for them, but they are just ants. Tiny bugs that sometimes appear where they are unexpected, and that's about it. They have never creeped me out or anything.
Friday on Fresh Air the guest spent 45 minutes talking about ants, their different varieties and some of their more fascinating behavior. Very interesting stuff. It was actually a repeat, but I missed a lot of it when it was on months ago. I heard it all this time.
None of it would have bothered me at all, except I found an ant on my wall the next night. No big deal. I squashed and flushed him.
But then I opened my sock drawer a few hours later and found another in there. I squished him, too. Then this morning I found two in the kitchen.
All killed, all gone, and I've searched my home top-to-bottom for ant-attractions and ant entry ways, but all seems good.
A few ants would not normally bother me at all. They're just ants. But I hadn't had any for years, and coupled with Friday's Fresh Air story they have me mildly freaked and feeling ants on my skin whenever I have the slightest itch.
But Kevin and Carlos and their cast of a dozen or so lost again, this time in a rain-shortened but still official 5-4 disappointment.
I still think this Sunday team, which sits at 1 and 5 in last place, is a team to be reckoned with come tournament time. But as of now we stink.
Our biggest problem is we have a team full of good #7 or 8 hitters in the lineup, but no real 3-5 batting threats. Weak hitting, in other words.
My other real problem is where to put Kid BT. I was going to pitch him today but Ron wanted another guy- Chuck. And Chuck pitched an excellent game. He threw strikes on the first pitch and he then threw tough pitches to hit afterward. You can't ask for anything more.
Brian caught, and he made an excellent put-out on a play at the plate, which is invaluable. But Brian has an excellent glove, and this is the 2nd game he's caught. I can't help but feel we're wasting him back there. Catcher is an extremely under-rated position, and having a guy back there we are confident in is a great advantage, but still...
I like this Sunday team. It's a lot of fun, though we have some major flaws. We just need to start hitting, and I need to figure out where to put my brother and his excellent glove.
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My bruise has turned mostly yellow, which, based on experience, means it will be going away soon. But it stretches from just below my knee to my foot, which is a little disconcerting. Plus one side of my foot is purple, which is also disconcerting. Then Ron mentioned that 10 years ago Jimmy Yates needed surgery on a blood clot after a bruise just like mine, which was a thought that never entered my head until tonight and that is now bothering me slightly, but still, I think it's going away.
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I don't mind ants. I don't particularly care for them, but they are just ants. Tiny bugs that sometimes appear where they are unexpected, and that's about it. They have never creeped me out or anything.
Friday on Fresh Air the guest spent 45 minutes talking about ants, their different varieties and some of their more fascinating behavior. Very interesting stuff. It was actually a repeat, but I missed a lot of it when it was on months ago. I heard it all this time.
None of it would have bothered me at all, except I found an ant on my wall the next night. No big deal. I squashed and flushed him.
But then I opened my sock drawer a few hours later and found another in there. I squished him, too. Then this morning I found two in the kitchen.
All killed, all gone, and I've searched my home top-to-bottom for ant-attractions and ant entry ways, but all seems good.
A few ants would not normally bother me at all. They're just ants. But I hadn't had any for years, and coupled with Friday's Fresh Air story they have me mildly freaked and feeling ants on my skin whenever I have the slightest itch.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Keep Your Eyes On The Ball
or something like this might happen.
I got this one Sunday while trying to receive a throw from the outfield. I took about 2 steps (from 3rd toward the mound) in order to reach the ball, but the baserunner slid by me and blocked my view at just the wrong time. The ball hit me on the fly, shin high.
It smarted.
It didn't look too bad Monday night, but it was colorful enough by today (Thursday) that it merited a picture.
It's not particularly painful, though I am aware of it when I'm on my feet. Also, I am less a fan than ever before of sock sizes. As the owner sized 11 1/2 feet, I've never liked that socks come in sizes such as 8 to 12 or 9 to 12 because the size ranges always leave my feet on the too-tight end of the spectrum. Add swelling to that and they really start to squeeze.
I got this one Sunday while trying to receive a throw from the outfield. I took about 2 steps (from 3rd toward the mound) in order to reach the ball, but the baserunner slid by me and blocked my view at just the wrong time. The ball hit me on the fly, shin high.
It smarted.
It didn't look too bad Monday night, but it was colorful enough by today (Thursday) that it merited a picture.
It's not particularly painful, though I am aware of it when I'm on my feet. Also, I am less a fan than ever before of sock sizes. As the owner sized 11 1/2 feet, I've never liked that socks come in sizes such as 8 to 12 or 9 to 12 because the size ranges always leave my feet on the too-tight end of the spectrum. Add swelling to that and they really start to squeeze.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Roy Adds Two New Aliases
Tuesday evening I arrived home from work and found a calling card in my door. It was from the Jefferson County Sheriff's Office, and said they had "some legal process concerning you. Please call the office to facilitate the service of this process."
What the hell? thought I.
I got into my apartment and examined the card again. Didn't notice anything special, just business hours and a Process Number, and Tuesday's date.
What the hell? thought I, again. And again, What the hell?
Then I thumbed through the mail- junk, junk, junk, letter from county attorney's office, junk, junk... What the hell? County attorney?
I opened it and found... a subpoena.
This I examined carefully, as you would probably guess. It was addressed to Mr. Carlos Merriweather, and not to me.
Whew.
Then I picked up the card from the sheriff's office again and finally noticed the name "Carlos Merriweather" written on top of it, too.
Whew, again.
Anyway, I called my landlord that night and left a voicemail explaining that lots of legal folks were looking for Carlos, and left the sheriff's office number. I said if he was a former tenant the landlord might want to call the sheriff and provide any forwarding address or any info he might have.
Then Wednesday morning I called myself, told the deputy that I was the current tenant, had been there for several years and didn't know anything about Mr. Merriweather.
I shared this story at work right away, and of course there were jokes about my alias and how I was really Carlos, etc. and so I went ahead and changed my work email automatic signature to Carlos Merriweather, and it was all good fun.
Then I spent the day at work Googling Carlos. Turns out he is responsible for The Love Club, an entity with which I was vaguely familiar- in the sense that I sometimes receive letters from collection agencies addressed to The Love Club, which I return with "wrong address" noted.
And it turns out Carlos is a recording artists who has had 'regional hits,' whatever that means, and he is a music producer, and has a satellite radio show, and an alias of his own! He is the famous Tony Dollar$!
Nope, I never heard of him, either. But now I had another alias! If I was to become Carlos Merriweather, then I get Tony Dollar$, too, at no additional charge! Other than some possible legal charges, I mean.
Just think, at lunch-time Tuesday I was just Kevin, with one paltry little alter-ego named Roy. And less than 24 hours later I had 3 full aliases, two of which came with extensive backstories. Talk about stepping up in the world.
And did I mention that Carlos is a published author? That's his book- it's a memoir of Tony Dollar$, written by Carlos Merriweather. "Consumine Desire, Masters The Secret Power of True Love" whatever the heck that means, available at Amazon.com now, and also available on audio.
As if this all wasn't enough, it plays in GREAT with my work alias. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Turns out I already had another alias, so that brings my AKA total to four. See, a couple of young ladies at work call me Dr. Love. And I'll leave it at that, because leaving the origins of the name "Dr. Love" mysterious makes me seem like a playa, and I think Tony Dollar$ would handle it just so.
But anyway, heading an organization called The Love Club and publishing a book about mastering the secret power of true love really fits in well with the Dr. Love moniker, so this is really a fun trip, and Kevin AKA Roy AKA Dr. Love AKA Carlos Merriweather AKA Tony Dollar$ is having a blast, at least until the sheriff takes a battering ram to his front door.
What the hell? thought I.
I got into my apartment and examined the card again. Didn't notice anything special, just business hours and a Process Number, and Tuesday's date.
What the hell? thought I, again. And again, What the hell?
Then I thumbed through the mail- junk, junk, junk, letter from county attorney's office, junk, junk... What the hell? County attorney?
I opened it and found... a subpoena.
This I examined carefully, as you would probably guess. It was addressed to Mr. Carlos Merriweather, and not to me.
Whew.
Then I picked up the card from the sheriff's office again and finally noticed the name "Carlos Merriweather" written on top of it, too.
Whew, again.
Anyway, I called my landlord that night and left a voicemail explaining that lots of legal folks were looking for Carlos, and left the sheriff's office number. I said if he was a former tenant the landlord might want to call the sheriff and provide any forwarding address or any info he might have.
Then Wednesday morning I called myself, told the deputy that I was the current tenant, had been there for several years and didn't know anything about Mr. Merriweather.
I shared this story at work right away, and of course there were jokes about my alias and how I was really Carlos, etc. and so I went ahead and changed my work email automatic signature to Carlos Merriweather, and it was all good fun.
Then I spent the day at work Googling Carlos. Turns out he is responsible for The Love Club, an entity with which I was vaguely familiar- in the sense that I sometimes receive letters from collection agencies addressed to The Love Club, which I return with "wrong address" noted.
And it turns out Carlos is a recording artists who has had 'regional hits,' whatever that means, and he is a music producer, and has a satellite radio show, and an alias of his own! He is the famous Tony Dollar$!
Nope, I never heard of him, either. But now I had another alias! If I was to become Carlos Merriweather, then I get Tony Dollar$, too, at no additional charge! Other than some possible legal charges, I mean.
Just think, at lunch-time Tuesday I was just Kevin, with one paltry little alter-ego named Roy. And less than 24 hours later I had 3 full aliases, two of which came with extensive backstories. Talk about stepping up in the world.
And did I mention that Carlos is a published author? That's his book- it's a memoir of Tony Dollar$, written by Carlos Merriweather. "Consumine Desire, Masters The Secret Power of True Love" whatever the heck that means, available at Amazon.com now, and also available on audio.
As if this all wasn't enough, it plays in GREAT with my work alias. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Turns out I already had another alias, so that brings my AKA total to four. See, a couple of young ladies at work call me Dr. Love. And I'll leave it at that, because leaving the origins of the name "Dr. Love" mysterious makes me seem like a playa, and I think Tony Dollar$ would handle it just so.
But anyway, heading an organization called The Love Club and publishing a book about mastering the secret power of true love really fits in well with the Dr. Love moniker, so this is really a fun trip, and Kevin AKA Roy AKA Dr. Love AKA Carlos Merriweather AKA Tony Dollar$ is having a blast, at least until the sheriff takes a battering ram to his front door.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
An update just to be able to say I've posted every day since I turned 40. That will end tomorrow, but still...
I enjoyed my birthday, other than the day at work and the error and poor hitting on the softball field. But we won, and went to Angio's for pizza after the game and had a nice time.
I've started to really hate playing the early game. I'm going to start choosing 6:15 and 6:30 games as my games to sit out, because after a day behind a desk and the rush to the ball field, I always find I have dead legs and slow reactions and just generally no zip for the early games.
Fourth of July weekend was all very fun. I was busy and had a good time each day.
Saturday morning we played golf. 97 at Maywood, which is not good, by any means, but that's a very tough course and it was only my 3rd round of the year, so under 100 is fine by me.
We thought we had a groupon discount, but it was only for after noon on weekends, so we ended up paying about 50 bucks each, which really stunk.
Then a large group went to dinner at Outback, and we went to the casino that night, and to a bar after the casino.
It was all fun, but it had all the hallmarks of a very expensive day. I budgeted for an expensive day, too. I figured it was a holiday weekend, I hadn't spent much money lately, so what the heck? Have a really fun day and don't worry about it.
And I ended up waking up Sunday morning to more money in my wallet than I started with! So, yaaaay casino!
I've only been to casinos 4 times in my life, and I've left a winner three times! I need to go more often!
Actually, I know that's not true. But it's actually not that surprising. They give back about 90% of the betting money, so I figure each time I go I have about a 45% chance of winning. That's a reasonable percentage for a once-per-year good time. It's the people who go twice a week who are guaranteed to lose big.
I enjoyed my birthday, other than the day at work and the error and poor hitting on the softball field. But we won, and went to Angio's for pizza after the game and had a nice time.
I've started to really hate playing the early game. I'm going to start choosing 6:15 and 6:30 games as my games to sit out, because after a day behind a desk and the rush to the ball field, I always find I have dead legs and slow reactions and just generally no zip for the early games.
Fourth of July weekend was all very fun. I was busy and had a good time each day.
Saturday morning we played golf. 97 at Maywood, which is not good, by any means, but that's a very tough course and it was only my 3rd round of the year, so under 100 is fine by me.
We thought we had a groupon discount, but it was only for after noon on weekends, so we ended up paying about 50 bucks each, which really stunk.
Then a large group went to dinner at Outback, and we went to the casino that night, and to a bar after the casino.
It was all fun, but it had all the hallmarks of a very expensive day. I budgeted for an expensive day, too. I figured it was a holiday weekend, I hadn't spent much money lately, so what the heck? Have a really fun day and don't worry about it.
And I ended up waking up Sunday morning to more money in my wallet than I started with! So, yaaaay casino!
I've only been to casinos 4 times in my life, and I've left a winner three times! I need to go more often!
Actually, I know that's not true. But it's actually not that surprising. They give back about 90% of the betting money, so I figure each time I go I have about a 45% chance of winning. That's a reasonable percentage for a once-per-year good time. It's the people who go twice a week who are guaranteed to lose big.
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