My Fathers Guitar
I've got to figure out what I want to do about blogging and this journal. I just don't update enough these days to really justify it being around. On the other hand, how many years have passed since I started it? I'd hate to just throw away all that history.
Anyway, here's what's up:
My son has continued to do well in school. I really couldn't be more proud of the boy.
I've been doing a TON of derby-related stuff of late. I worked as an NSO last night, and I almost had the opportunity there to ref on skates for the first time in an official bout. Unfortunately we couldn't get my insurance info worked out since I was a last-minute substitution, but it's okay. I'll be on skates on September 26, my league's next bout night. Am I nervous? A little, I guess. On the other hand, I've worked very hard at this, and I'm 100% prepared for it, so I'm not as afraid as one might think. After the 26th, we've got an away bout that I've also been asked to head ref, and then a "just for fun" event on October 30. The skaters will be dressed as pirates and ninjas, and my ref crew will be vikings for the evening. If that doesn't have fun written all over it, I can't imagine what does.
My mother-in-law moved in. It's chaotic. She likes the house hot and the TV loud. I like it cool and quiet. In addition, her stupid little dog has decided to use the rug in the front room for her toilet. I'm ready to punt the stupid thing over the neighbor's house and let it be someone else's problem. With any luck we'll all settle in and start to cope a bit better, but for the time being I'm thinking that living in a hotel wouldn't be that bad.
Speaking of living elsewhere, I've been spending some time lately in Bloomington, a town about an hour south of here - mostly for derby stuff. It's one of the first towns I've been around where I could see my family moving. I really like it down there, and if I could find work for the wife and I, we'd seriously think about it. My mother would be pissed, but frankly... She'd have to cope.
As I type these words, I'm sitting in a Starbucks while my wife has a derby league board meeting a few blocks away. I'm using her bitchin' new Toshiba laptop and drinking too much coffee. I could get used to this... But next time I need to remember to bring my headphones, because the music selection is so bad that it makes me angry.
Anyway, here's what's up:
My son has continued to do well in school. I really couldn't be more proud of the boy.
I've been doing a TON of derby-related stuff of late. I worked as an NSO last night, and I almost had the opportunity there to ref on skates for the first time in an official bout. Unfortunately we couldn't get my insurance info worked out since I was a last-minute substitution, but it's okay. I'll be on skates on September 26, my league's next bout night. Am I nervous? A little, I guess. On the other hand, I've worked very hard at this, and I'm 100% prepared for it, so I'm not as afraid as one might think. After the 26th, we've got an away bout that I've also been asked to head ref, and then a "just for fun" event on October 30. The skaters will be dressed as pirates and ninjas, and my ref crew will be vikings for the evening. If that doesn't have fun written all over it, I can't imagine what does.
My mother-in-law moved in. It's chaotic. She likes the house hot and the TV loud. I like it cool and quiet. In addition, her stupid little dog has decided to use the rug in the front room for her toilet. I'm ready to punt the stupid thing over the neighbor's house and let it be someone else's problem. With any luck we'll all settle in and start to cope a bit better, but for the time being I'm thinking that living in a hotel wouldn't be that bad.
Speaking of living elsewhere, I've been spending some time lately in Bloomington, a town about an hour south of here - mostly for derby stuff. It's one of the first towns I've been around where I could see my family moving. I really like it down there, and if I could find work for the wife and I, we'd seriously think about it. My mother would be pissed, but frankly... She'd have to cope.
As I type these words, I'm sitting in a Starbucks while my wife has a derby league board meeting a few blocks away. I'm using her bitchin' new Toshiba laptop and drinking too much coffee. I could get used to this... But next time I need to remember to bring my headphones, because the music selection is so bad that it makes me angry.