Not much to say

I am back. It is to be short and sweet. I want to send out a belated birthday greeting to JLC and his youngest daughter. There you have it.

The weekend was cold and damp as I recall. As you can see, it was certainly uneventful. I took the lad to basketball and remained at the rec center for the hour. I did my crossword and read. I noticed after the final class that though he was tall, there was a kid there taller and heavier than he. The other kid was 12 and would have "eaten" the lad alive in the paint. I know that that is like. I have spent more time covering guys who are bigger than me, taller and heavier. I love the challenge. Then again, sometimes I come up against a guy who is big and skilled and I get tossed around like a rag doll.

I love the challenge. Last year, we had four guys who worked for the provinical government, three in the Premier's office who were playing before they all flaked out together (it is another confirmation as to why I would NEVER vote for the present provincial government, if they see fit to hire, and the Premier himself, has three of these "types" on his own staff, such small minded people who cannot see fit to fucking communicate their needs or wants, then what does that say about the present government....nothing good). Anyway, one of the guys had about three inches and sixty pounds on me. I covered him good though. I would use my speed (ha! what a relative term), but cause him difficulty when he was on offense and run the floor forcing to tire himself out on defense.

The lad could have done the same and I would have been proud. As long as he faced the challenge, it was good by me. Sometimes you succeed in such situations and sometimes you are tossed around like a rag doll. It is all a matter of picking yourself up off the floor, getting back into the fray, and learning how to make a difference. Sounds a lot like a life lesson.

The lad and I headed to Mayfair for an afternoon swim. It was fun and since they switched to salt water from choline, my eyes and skin did not burn afterward. It did burn when I peed but that is a story for another day or doctor.

That pretty much sums up this weekend. Not much contact with humanity, just family. I will say that dinner with the outlaws was a repeat. My father in law continues to bring out a bottle of Galliano that has to be 30 years old. He asks what it is, thinking it is some kind of wine (flourescent green wine? What fucking kind of grapes does he think that they use? We grow our grapes right beside that nuclear power plant, we irrigate the soil with their heavy water, makes the grapes glow, er, grow.) And so it was again. What can I do? At least, it was a take out meal, so my mother in law did not cook and food had tasted like something.

Going to run for now, ciao!