Well, if my agonizing doesn’t kill me, my absentmindedness might. Looking both ways before crossing the street, and such. (Andrew,
you were talking about portable music players isolating people the
other day- I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what you were getting at, but it
did make your point somewhat more poignant)
Thanks again for the prayers and support- the situation has been
resolved, for the moment. You all rock my world, more than you’ll ever
know (Speaking of rocking my world, Hi Mom! Hi Dad!).
Lost our Monday night curling game, but it was a close one. With both our skips out of town next week, we’ve drafted Dennis
to play for us again. Between the fight to the death between Rob and
Vern over who’ll skip (neither of them want to) and Dennis’ winning
streak against my losing streak (I think I’ve lost five in a row, not
counting Mom and Dad’s mixed league game in Saskatoon, which we
dominated), there’s going to be some classic battles next week.
We may have to tape 24, though, which would be unfortunate (Admittedly,
they’ve had some genuine head-scratching moments this season. But it
hasn’t reached ‘Watch only if I’m home’ status just yet).
I’m not entirely certain as to how and why I’ve taken a shine to
curling recently, after a youth dominated by sports such as basketball,
baseball, and street hockey. Perhaps it’s an age thing (as adult
curling leagues are easier to find than basketball, and the softball
leagues I’ve seen have a minimum age of 25).
I think part of it is the strategy, and the deliberation- I love
strategizing, especially with curling and football, games where you
have time to think between shots/plays. Admittedly, I don’t get to call
shots at this point (that’s what the skip is for), but it’s still fun
to look at where the rocks are and ponder the options.
Like golf a “fun to play, hard to watch” sport. Though somewhat less expensive to get into.
That’s all, folks.