Friday, 12:23 AM. I'm home watching Big Bang Theory, and head off to bed in 7 minutes, so this will be quick.
I arrived home around 5 today to 100+ degree apartment. That's the 4th time in 3 years my air conditioning has gone out. It has to either the a.c, or the apartment location (top floor, lots of sun exposure and lots of windows), because I'm sure it's not me. I set the thermostat on 74 or 75 in the summer, which I think is conservative- lots warmer than I'd like it. I'd be very happy with 65 degrees, but I try to keep it mild, both for cost and because I've learned my air conditioner has to work very hard.
With a Friday afternoon a.c. disaster I know I can't get it fixed until at least Monday. Two more 100 degree days coming up, and 4th of July week I'm not at all sure my landlord will get it fixed in a timely manner.
I called my favorite hotel, Casa de Tabler in the lovely Tyler Park neighborhood, and arranged lodging. Then I left to play softball, planning to come home, shower, and head to Mom and Dad's for the night. But when I got home a few minutes before 11:00 the temperature was down to 83 and my bedroom was even cooler- not a lot, but a few degrees.
The air conditioner definitely needs professional attention again, and it will definitely climb up to 100 degrees in here tomorrow, but tonight it seems fine as long as I have a fan blowing.
I didn't call to cancel my reservation. I hope I don't lose my deposit, but I figured nobody would be working the desk after 11:00. Or if I called that late I might make an employee cranky, especially since the guy who took my reservation was playing golf early Saturday in Lexington.
Nothing else to report, except softball doings. We won tonight, but that doesn't mean much to me because it's not my team. I was just subbing.
We lost 19-17 Wednesday to a team that crushed us by lots and lots of runs about 3 weeks ago. Nice to see improvement, but we were down 19-17 with bases loaded, 0 outs in the bottom of the 7th and should have won or gone to extra innings. Instead we got a fly out/double play on a failed tag up to home, then another out. I'd like to be mad at the guy who got thrown out but he got nailed by an absolut cannon of a throw to the plate which surprised me as much as I'm sure as it surprised him.
It was a rough night for me. Not a particularly bad night, but a rough one. I got four new bruises from ground balls off various body parts. It was the late game and I have a rough time fielding the ball cleanly under the lights. I was busy- lots of balls hit my way- and I did a decent job getting outs, but too many of them bounced off me first.
Anyway, that's it. I've run over into a 'Friends' episode, and it's just not funny. Bed time.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Due To Public Demand...
Here's another post, necessitated by a great outcry from my reading public (Mom).
I'll start with my current reading. I'm nearly done with The Windup Bird Chronicle, by Haruki Murakami. My opinion of this novel will hinge upon the last 50 pages. It has been interesting so far, with some terrific sections, but I'll need a good ending before I say it is a good book.
This is the second of Murakami's books I've read. 1Q84 was the first. Oddly, I can't quite say I really, really liked it. I can only say I found it extremely interesting. His writing style is unique, and I'm fascinated by it, but the plot was strange and not quite satisfying. The Windup Bird Chronicle is turning out to be more of the same.
I've never read anyone who writes at all like him. Though I can't quite form a coherent opinion of his work, I must like it because half-way through this one I saw another of his novels, A Wild Sheep Chase, and bought it.
The other novel I'm reading is Sacre Bleu, by Christopher Moore. I'm perhaps 1/3 of the way through this one. Very enjoyable, as are all his books. This one has driven me to Wikipedia a lot. The plot revolves around late 19th century painters. Henri Toulouse Lautrec, Pissaro, Renoir, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Van Gogh, and Whistler are all involved in the story.
I could probably fact check many of the references with Mark, and just a few years ago I would have, but now I have Wikipedia. And I turn to it frequently since my art history knowledge is (or was, until a week ago) non-existent. But I'm now learning quite a lot, especially about the post-impressionists.
Now that I think about it, The Windup Bird Chronicle has driven me to Wikipedia a lot, too. Lots of references to post WWII Japan, Manchuria, and Siberia have touched upon historical topics I find interesting but know very little about.
Other than my reading, and work, I've pretty much just been playing softball. In fact, tonight's game was my 9th in 8 days. That's too many. But I played 5 games in a tournament Saturday, so that skewed the numbers. It must not have worn me out too much, though, because after the game last night I was asked to sub this coming Friday and said 'sure, I'll play.'
Actually, I'd love to play in the Friday league all the time. It's a good league and the place is absolutely packed with people on Friday nights. It's a lot of fun. Plus I don't have to work on Saturdays.
One more interesting thing (interesting to me, anyway) about softball, then I'm done. For quite a few years I played two nights a week, and that was it. I played both nights with exactly the same team, hung out after the game with that team, then went home.
But the last 3 or 4 years I've played 3, 4, and sometimes 5 nights per week, and I've played in more weekend tournaments. I've played on different teams, too, and greatly increased the number of players I know by name and who know me. And what's most relevant to my point is that I've gotten to know almost all the umpires around town. Lots of them know my name, and almost all the rest at least know me by sight, and if they don't know my name they at least know who I play for and what position I play.
And the point is, I've noticed that I now get very favorable ball/strike calls. This year and last I've noticed that most of the time if I don't swing at a borderline pitch the umpires call it a ball. There are lots of 50/50 calls on ball/strike, but lately they all seem to go in my favor. Quite a few of them are pitches that I would have called a strike myself, but I get the call. I can't help but see a correlation between that and the fact that before my games the umpires see me, say "Hi, Kevin," and come over to talk to me for a minute.
I guess I'm finally starting to see the benefits of networking- just years too late and in a non-lucrative aspect of life.
I'll start with my current reading. I'm nearly done with The Windup Bird Chronicle, by Haruki Murakami. My opinion of this novel will hinge upon the last 50 pages. It has been interesting so far, with some terrific sections, but I'll need a good ending before I say it is a good book.
This is the second of Murakami's books I've read. 1Q84 was the first. Oddly, I can't quite say I really, really liked it. I can only say I found it extremely interesting. His writing style is unique, and I'm fascinated by it, but the plot was strange and not quite satisfying. The Windup Bird Chronicle is turning out to be more of the same.
I've never read anyone who writes at all like him. Though I can't quite form a coherent opinion of his work, I must like it because half-way through this one I saw another of his novels, A Wild Sheep Chase, and bought it.
The other novel I'm reading is Sacre Bleu, by Christopher Moore. I'm perhaps 1/3 of the way through this one. Very enjoyable, as are all his books. This one has driven me to Wikipedia a lot. The plot revolves around late 19th century painters. Henri Toulouse Lautrec, Pissaro, Renoir, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Van Gogh, and Whistler are all involved in the story.
I could probably fact check many of the references with Mark, and just a few years ago I would have, but now I have Wikipedia. And I turn to it frequently since my art history knowledge is (or was, until a week ago) non-existent. But I'm now learning quite a lot, especially about the post-impressionists.
Now that I think about it, The Windup Bird Chronicle has driven me to Wikipedia a lot, too. Lots of references to post WWII Japan, Manchuria, and Siberia have touched upon historical topics I find interesting but know very little about.
Other than my reading, and work, I've pretty much just been playing softball. In fact, tonight's game was my 9th in 8 days. That's too many. But I played 5 games in a tournament Saturday, so that skewed the numbers. It must not have worn me out too much, though, because after the game last night I was asked to sub this coming Friday and said 'sure, I'll play.'
Actually, I'd love to play in the Friday league all the time. It's a good league and the place is absolutely packed with people on Friday nights. It's a lot of fun. Plus I don't have to work on Saturdays.
One more interesting thing (interesting to me, anyway) about softball, then I'm done. For quite a few years I played two nights a week, and that was it. I played both nights with exactly the same team, hung out after the game with that team, then went home.
But the last 3 or 4 years I've played 3, 4, and sometimes 5 nights per week, and I've played in more weekend tournaments. I've played on different teams, too, and greatly increased the number of players I know by name and who know me. And what's most relevant to my point is that I've gotten to know almost all the umpires around town. Lots of them know my name, and almost all the rest at least know me by sight, and if they don't know my name they at least know who I play for and what position I play.
And the point is, I've noticed that I now get very favorable ball/strike calls. This year and last I've noticed that most of the time if I don't swing at a borderline pitch the umpires call it a ball. There are lots of 50/50 calls on ball/strike, but lately they all seem to go in my favor. Quite a few of them are pitches that I would have called a strike myself, but I get the call. I can't help but see a correlation between that and the fact that before my games the umpires see me, say "Hi, Kevin," and come over to talk to me for a minute.
I guess I'm finally starting to see the benefits of networking- just years too late and in a non-lucrative aspect of life.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
I couldn't decide whether to lead this post with something incredibly exciting, or save it for the big finish. Then I thought about it and realized there was nothing really exciting.
Softball and work. That's about all that's going on. And softball has gone downhill fast. My Sunday team is 4 and 2, but we've lost 2 of our last 3 and have been playing poorly. Today was especially bad.
I've played shortstop all 6 games for that team. I've been okay there. In a 35 and over league I'm adequate to play the position, but we'd be much better if we could find someone else to play there and move me back to 3rd base.
The Monday and Wednesday leagues have been ugly lately. The only bright spot has been the Monday rain outs. Looks like another one tomorrow. We need to start hitting soon or we're in trouble. I can't figure out how the same 11 or 12 guys can score 15 runs consistently for weeks, and then just stop scoring.
I was getting hits constantly myself, even through most of our team slump. But the last 2 or 3 games have been ugly for me as well. No worries, though. I've always been a base hit machine (ha ha. I've never been a hitter), so that will change.
On to books, then, since reading is my fun cheap entertainment. I've almost finished Collusion, the sequal (part 2 of 3, so far) to The Ghosts of Belfast. Very good, but not quite as good as good as the first. Stuart Neville is definitely a writer. He's good.
While reading the 2nd book I realized that they are both westerns. They're set in northern Ireland, post-Troubles, with cars and cell phones and all the other 21st century technology, and they are classified as crime noir, so it took me a while to realize it, but really they are westerns. The trappings are very different, but they're all about the reformed gun-fighter (IRAish 'freedom fighter'), his tortured past, and his being dragged back into violence- but this time for a good cause.
Still, marvelous writing and great stories. I really enjoy them. The 2nd book is not quite as good, but still better than most of what I've read in the last year or two.
I have a good list of books to follow, too. I have World Made By Hand, by somebody-or-other whose name I have forgotten. Some sort of post-apocolyptic thingamajig, but I don't recall the premise. Looks good though, or at least it did when I read the back cover a month ago. I also have the newest Christopher Moore book. He is always entertaining. And I'm going to plough through the rest of "That
Awful Mess on the Via Merulana," which has been a thorough chore but might be worth the effort. It's like reading James Joyce but without an at least passing familiarity with the culture, so it's that much harder.
Plus there is another Stewart Neville book, Stolen Souls. That will be high on my list. And I recently read two crime novels by Martin Limon (I'm not taking the time to figure out how to put the accent mark over his last name), and there are four more books in that series which I would like to read, so my list for the next few months looks good.
I also intend to take another stab at The Poisonwood Bible, but I don't know... I didn't care for the first attempt.
What else, what else....? My life is not must-see TV. Why do I enjoy it so much, then? I must be easily pleased. Well, the new girl downstairs is an absolute knockout. Wow. Just met her today. Over a decade younger than me and a single mom, but wow. We'll see. The pitcher might be throwing faster than I can handle, but if nothing else I might have to close my eyes and swing as hard as I can with this one.
Softball and work. That's about all that's going on. And softball has gone downhill fast. My Sunday team is 4 and 2, but we've lost 2 of our last 3 and have been playing poorly. Today was especially bad.
I've played shortstop all 6 games for that team. I've been okay there. In a 35 and over league I'm adequate to play the position, but we'd be much better if we could find someone else to play there and move me back to 3rd base.
The Monday and Wednesday leagues have been ugly lately. The only bright spot has been the Monday rain outs. Looks like another one tomorrow. We need to start hitting soon or we're in trouble. I can't figure out how the same 11 or 12 guys can score 15 runs consistently for weeks, and then just stop scoring.
I was getting hits constantly myself, even through most of our team slump. But the last 2 or 3 games have been ugly for me as well. No worries, though. I've always been a base hit machine (ha ha. I've never been a hitter), so that will change.
On to books, then, since reading is my fun cheap entertainment. I've almost finished Collusion, the sequal (part 2 of 3, so far) to The Ghosts of Belfast. Very good, but not quite as good as good as the first. Stuart Neville is definitely a writer. He's good.
While reading the 2nd book I realized that they are both westerns. They're set in northern Ireland, post-Troubles, with cars and cell phones and all the other 21st century technology, and they are classified as crime noir, so it took me a while to realize it, but really they are westerns. The trappings are very different, but they're all about the reformed gun-fighter (IRAish 'freedom fighter'), his tortured past, and his being dragged back into violence- but this time for a good cause.
Still, marvelous writing and great stories. I really enjoy them. The 2nd book is not quite as good, but still better than most of what I've read in the last year or two.
I have a good list of books to follow, too. I have World Made By Hand, by somebody-or-other whose name I have forgotten. Some sort of post-apocolyptic thingamajig, but I don't recall the premise. Looks good though, or at least it did when I read the back cover a month ago. I also have the newest Christopher Moore book. He is always entertaining. And I'm going to plough through the rest of "That
Awful Mess on the Via Merulana," which has been a thorough chore but might be worth the effort. It's like reading James Joyce but without an at least passing familiarity with the culture, so it's that much harder.
Plus there is another Stewart Neville book, Stolen Souls. That will be high on my list. And I recently read two crime novels by Martin Limon (I'm not taking the time to figure out how to put the accent mark over his last name), and there are four more books in that series which I would like to read, so my list for the next few months looks good.
I also intend to take another stab at The Poisonwood Bible, but I don't know... I didn't care for the first attempt.
What else, what else....? My life is not must-see TV. Why do I enjoy it so much, then? I must be easily pleased. Well, the new girl downstairs is an absolute knockout. Wow. Just met her today. Over a decade younger than me and a single mom, but wow. We'll see. The pitcher might be throwing faster than I can handle, but if nothing else I might have to close my eyes and swing as hard as I can with this one.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
1st new post in how long? I do not know. I didn't check the date, but that Freddie Mercury Google doodle was a long time ago.
Anyway, in the intervening time a lot has happened. I left the primordial soup, developed fins, lost fins, developed firmer appendages, learned to walk erect, developed opposable thumbs, learned language, was inculcated with a (then) necessary belief in a diety, zoomed right through my stone age and bronze age and on to a personal industrial revolution, slowly shed my superstitions, and now here I am, a slightly overweight middle-aged man with a still-full head of hair who has not much exciting going on in his life. But the opposable thumbs rock!
Don't get too used to this. I don't really plan on posting very often. I like my life fine, but nothing particularly exciting happens very often. I feel silly just describing my day when my day is fairly boring. Also, while I like expressing my opinions on controversial issues, the number of people interested in that opinion is not particularly large. My cult of personality just never really took off, I guess.
In the months I've been away I've read lots of books. I don't even remember what all I've read, but several have been very good. I recommend The Ghosts of Belfast to everyone. Terrific book. I won't recommend any others at the moment. Others have been good, but that's the one that really sticks out for me. That one grabbed me and wouldn't let go.
Hmmm... what else...? Activities: nothing exciting for most of the past few months. Softball has started up again, and I'm playing well. I sometimes think it's about time to consider quitting, or at least slowing down, but I'm actuallly a better softball player now than I've ever been, so I'll ride that high tide for a while and see how far it takes me.
Oh, as to why I quit posting- initiallly, I was sans computer. As a man with no smart phone, I had no options. Computer A was on its last legs so I bought backup computer B. Computer B, though, suffered traumatic brain injury when it crashed to the ground from my night stand immediately after the Michigan/Notre Dame football game (not anger, just an accident). Shortly thereafter, computer A expired from mostly natural causes. I found myself off the grid and without funds to get back on. The several months that followed were enough to ween me from internet dependency. I found that I didn't miss posting, or Facebook, or email, or much of anything else other than the occassional episode of 30 Rock. So I intend to mostly keep it that way. If I ever join the 21st century and get a smart phone, I might post here and on Facebook more often. But until then both of those things will remain infrequent. .
Don't get too used to this. I don't really plan on posting very often. I like my life fine, but nothing particularly exciting happens very often. I feel silly just describing my day when my day is fairly boring. Also, while I like expressing my opinions on controversial issues, the number of people interested in that opinion is not particularly large. My cult of personality just never really took off, I guess.
In the months I've been away I've read lots of books. I don't even remember what all I've read, but several have been very good. I recommend The Ghosts of Belfast to everyone. Terrific book. I won't recommend any others at the moment. Others have been good, but that's the one that really sticks out for me. That one grabbed me and wouldn't let go.
Hmmm... what else...? Activities: nothing exciting for most of the past few months. Softball has started up again, and I'm playing well. I sometimes think it's about time to consider quitting, or at least slowing down, but I'm actuallly a better softball player now than I've ever been, so I'll ride that high tide for a while and see how far it takes me.
Oh, as to why I quit posting- initiallly, I was sans computer. As a man with no smart phone, I had no options. Computer A was on its last legs so I bought backup computer B. Computer B, though, suffered traumatic brain injury when it crashed to the ground from my night stand immediately after the Michigan/Notre Dame football game (not anger, just an accident). Shortly thereafter, computer A expired from mostly natural causes. I found myself off the grid and without funds to get back on. The several months that followed were enough to ween me from internet dependency. I found that I didn't miss posting, or Facebook, or email, or much of anything else other than the occassional episode of 30 Rock. So I intend to mostly keep it that way. If I ever join the 21st century and get a smart phone, I might post here and on Facebook more often. But until then both of those things will remain infrequent. .
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Vacation Over. Bummer.
1) The Freddie Mercury Google doodle is awesome. I shouldn't complain about it, because it was really, really cool. But I've played with it a lot the last two days and I guess my one complaint is I'll have "Don't Stop Me Now" stuck in my head for at least a week.
2) For a 'staycation' this was pretty good.
I had three physical therapy visits, which helped tremendously even though they were pure torture. A few more weeks, plus lots of assigned homework in the form of self-torture.
Also two rounds of golf, two 90's on the scorecard. My last four rounds are now 89, 90,90,90. I guess that's consistency. Those scores are a minor miracle for a guy who drives the ball 190 yards and putts poorly. I'm straight as an arrow from tee to green, but I have no distance and I don't putt well when I arrive. Next spring's goal: add approximately 25 yards distance to every club. That sounds like a lot, but it would actually still leave me about 10 yards short of where I was 5 years ago.
Rest of vacation? Softball games, nights out, housework, reading. Fun stuff.
We've been struggling to score runs for quite a while, then tonight we scored 21 in the first inning. I guess we needed the 55 degree, rainy weather in order to heat up. I've been batting at the bottom of the order to minimize my plate appearances since I'm hurting, but I still went 2 for 2 in the first inning. Our leadoff hitter doubled, singled, and homered- all in the first inning. When the inning ended he was 5 batters away from a chance to hit for the cycle in the first inning.
Three more weeks to season's end. As usual this time of year, I'm still enjoying playing but also looking forward to the end.
2) For a 'staycation' this was pretty good.
I had three physical therapy visits, which helped tremendously even though they were pure torture. A few more weeks, plus lots of assigned homework in the form of self-torture.
Also two rounds of golf, two 90's on the scorecard. My last four rounds are now 89, 90,90,90. I guess that's consistency. Those scores are a minor miracle for a guy who drives the ball 190 yards and putts poorly. I'm straight as an arrow from tee to green, but I have no distance and I don't putt well when I arrive. Next spring's goal: add approximately 25 yards distance to every club. That sounds like a lot, but it would actually still leave me about 10 yards short of where I was 5 years ago.
Rest of vacation? Softball games, nights out, housework, reading. Fun stuff.
We've been struggling to score runs for quite a while, then tonight we scored 21 in the first inning. I guess we needed the 55 degree, rainy weather in order to heat up. I've been batting at the bottom of the order to minimize my plate appearances since I'm hurting, but I still went 2 for 2 in the first inning. Our leadoff hitter doubled, singled, and homered- all in the first inning. When the inning ended he was 5 batters away from a chance to hit for the cycle in the first inning.
Three more weeks to season's end. As usual this time of year, I'm still enjoying playing but also looking forward to the end.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Beer!
Overall, beer is a pretty good thing. I'm pretty sure of that. So I'll write a post that features beer.
I won't focus on different brands and styles and whatnot; I like pretty much all beer. My favorite depends on my mood, what I'm eating, the weather, who is buying, etc., none of which matters much. Oh, except for that last one.
Who is buying? That one has been on my mind a lot lately after softball games. My post-game beer economics have changed dramatically. I'm now paying some long-owed dues in that regard.
Years ago, as a 25-year-old new member of the team, and for quite a few years after, I made out pretty well in the post-game beer economy. I pitched in a minimal amount of money on the first go-round, made minimal contributions afterward, and consistently received good returns on my investment.
The last couple of years, however, as our older players have retired and I have assumed their role, I've noticed a substantial drop in my rate of beers-per-dollars. Where I used to be a hanger-on, benefiting from the "you want one more? I'm buying" question, I now seem to be the donor in these scenarios.
It's not like I NEED the beer. The situation just seems to unfold so that 4 or 5 guys are there late, not really wanting to leave yet, but needing a reason to stay. One more beer to be nursed for half-hour or 45 minutes will do the trick. But where I used to just have to answer "sure, I guess I can stay for another" I now just wait in vain for the question. And I end up asking the question myself and shelling out several bucks for all the other hangers-on.
Retribution, I guess, for my past freeloading. And sympathy for these young kids without my vast resources of hundreds and hundreds of Mexican pesos, which I've hidden in holes throughout the metro Louisville area.
Beer Part II: The Dark Side
For five weeks now I've had very little exercise. I play 3 or 4 softball games a week, but that just really isn't exercise. Knne pain and a quad strain have kept me off my bike and I don't really do much else.
And I've ballooned 10 pounds in 5 weeks. After having lost 15 pounds over the winter, gaining an acceptable 3 back over 3 months of softball/golf/hot dogs/beer/soft pretzels, I'm now right back where I was last September.
It is all very depressing because at right this moment I can't get any exercise that comes easy to me. I really like riding my bike- it's convenient, I can do it even when it's raining or 98 degrees, I can watch TV or video or even read while riding.
Without my bike I've been pretty much sedentary and yet eating and drinking the same things. If I can't start riding it again soon (without major pain) I might have to do something drastic, like change my eating habits.
I really don't want to do that.
I won't focus on different brands and styles and whatnot; I like pretty much all beer. My favorite depends on my mood, what I'm eating, the weather, who is buying, etc., none of which matters much. Oh, except for that last one.
Who is buying? That one has been on my mind a lot lately after softball games. My post-game beer economics have changed dramatically. I'm now paying some long-owed dues in that regard.
Years ago, as a 25-year-old new member of the team, and for quite a few years after, I made out pretty well in the post-game beer economy. I pitched in a minimal amount of money on the first go-round, made minimal contributions afterward, and consistently received good returns on my investment.
The last couple of years, however, as our older players have retired and I have assumed their role, I've noticed a substantial drop in my rate of beers-per-dollars. Where I used to be a hanger-on, benefiting from the "you want one more? I'm buying" question, I now seem to be the donor in these scenarios.
It's not like I NEED the beer. The situation just seems to unfold so that 4 or 5 guys are there late, not really wanting to leave yet, but needing a reason to stay. One more beer to be nursed for half-hour or 45 minutes will do the trick. But where I used to just have to answer "sure, I guess I can stay for another" I now just wait in vain for the question. And I end up asking the question myself and shelling out several bucks for all the other hangers-on.
Retribution, I guess, for my past freeloading. And sympathy for these young kids without my vast resources of hundreds and hundreds of Mexican pesos, which I've hidden in holes throughout the metro Louisville area.
Beer Part II: The Dark Side
For five weeks now I've had very little exercise. I play 3 or 4 softball games a week, but that just really isn't exercise. Knne pain and a quad strain have kept me off my bike and I don't really do much else.
And I've ballooned 10 pounds in 5 weeks. After having lost 15 pounds over the winter, gaining an acceptable 3 back over 3 months of softball/golf/hot dogs/beer/soft pretzels, I'm now right back where I was last September.
It is all very depressing because at right this moment I can't get any exercise that comes easy to me. I really like riding my bike- it's convenient, I can do it even when it's raining or 98 degrees, I can watch TV or video or even read while riding.
Without my bike I've been pretty much sedentary and yet eating and drinking the same things. If I can't start riding it again soon (without major pain) I might have to do something drastic, like change my eating habits.
I really don't want to do that.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
No one has chosen to tattoo their self with any of my creations, at least not as far as I know, so my goings on are not as interesting as Mark's. I'll make do with a brief update anyway.
Started fall league tonight with a loss. After our game last night I said I would only be in the lineup in this St. Helen's league when we needed me to have enough players. But we had enough without me and I batted anyway. And now I've pretty much decided I need to be on the field. What the heck, it's only 5 weeks. I'll have all winter to stop hurting.
It's more painful to watch other people try to play my position than it is to play it myself.
I have a week's vacation coming soon. I scheduled a physical therapy appointment for the 1st day of vacaction, and I expect I might try and have two more during my time off. I'm hoping to learn some strengthening exercises for whatever might be strengthened around my knee that could help. I also have a quad strain that needs to be healed so that I can get on my exercise bike, since cycling is supposedly good for my knee but I can't really do it right now.
Our annual pool party/golf scramble weekend was fun, though I spent most of my time losing at cornhole and then losing at golf.
Billy and I are playing in St. Martha's fall cornhole league. It starts in a couple of weeks. Should be fun. Playing with a firefighter means I'll need to find a sub a third of the time, though. I might call my younger brother at times- at least on weeks that don't conflict with whatever he has going on in September. I can't think of anything he's doing that month, though.
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I've finally made a good dent in "The Satanic Verses." Wanted to read it for years, received it as a gift many months ago, and started it several times. I finally got into it. It's pretty good- seems sort of like an English/Indian, post-colonial, Thatcher-era "One Hundred Years of Solitude," except not as good.
'Not as good' sound like an insult, but I don't intend it as such. It's very good, but very few books are as good as "One Hundred Years of Solitude."
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Until recently I was watching a lot of "30 Rock" on DVD. I bought 4 seasons- a couple at used stores, a couple at Blockbuster's closeout sale, and I was breezing through them very quickly. Very, very funny, and I didn't realize until I started on the DVDs that there were a lot of episodes I hadn't seen.
But since I haven't been on my bike I haven't been watching much of anything.
Started fall league tonight with a loss. After our game last night I said I would only be in the lineup in this St. Helen's league when we needed me to have enough players. But we had enough without me and I batted anyway. And now I've pretty much decided I need to be on the field. What the heck, it's only 5 weeks. I'll have all winter to stop hurting.
It's more painful to watch other people try to play my position than it is to play it myself.
I have a week's vacation coming soon. I scheduled a physical therapy appointment for the 1st day of vacaction, and I expect I might try and have two more during my time off. I'm hoping to learn some strengthening exercises for whatever might be strengthened around my knee that could help. I also have a quad strain that needs to be healed so that I can get on my exercise bike, since cycling is supposedly good for my knee but I can't really do it right now.
Our annual pool party/golf scramble weekend was fun, though I spent most of my time losing at cornhole and then losing at golf.
Billy and I are playing in St. Martha's fall cornhole league. It starts in a couple of weeks. Should be fun. Playing with a firefighter means I'll need to find a sub a third of the time, though. I might call my younger brother at times- at least on weeks that don't conflict with whatever he has going on in September. I can't think of anything he's doing that month, though.
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I've finally made a good dent in "The Satanic Verses." Wanted to read it for years, received it as a gift many months ago, and started it several times. I finally got into it. It's pretty good- seems sort of like an English/Indian, post-colonial, Thatcher-era "One Hundred Years of Solitude," except not as good.
'Not as good' sound like an insult, but I don't intend it as such. It's very good, but very few books are as good as "One Hundred Years of Solitude."
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Until recently I was watching a lot of "30 Rock" on DVD. I bought 4 seasons- a couple at used stores, a couple at Blockbuster's closeout sale, and I was breezing through them very quickly. Very, very funny, and I didn't realize until I started on the DVDs that there were a lot of episodes I hadn't seen.
But since I haven't been on my bike I haven't been watching much of anything.
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