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A Football by Any Other Name

This Monday, I am happier than ever to greet the new week.

  • I have everything but the tree and the outside lights put away.  By design.  I intend to hold on to Christmas one more week.
  • The goodies are gone.  Today I am back to my fit-me.  Exercise and plenty of fresh food.  Oh I have some apples and oranges that want me; and I want them.  I can’t wait to trade my traditional Polish glomkies and perogies a good spinach salad.
  • I have my goals ready for the New Year.  Monday is my day to start breaking down my game-plan and putting it all in motion. (I already have a new hat and a scarf knitted from my yarn stash and three books started – one poetry, one fiction, and one non-fiction.)
  • I am full to the brim with football.

Not a big football fan, I try, I try, and I try to become one.  I stopped hating it when I got my own fantasy football team.  Loved-One is a sports fanatic.  I engage—come on already, everyone knows you pick the ball up and run until the ref whistles the ball dead.

My mind wanders, distracted by the uniforms and the fans, and the field.  Everything about the game makes me think of something else.  How can those men have such long hair sticking out from under their helmets?  Doesn’t their hair get pulled?  That would stop me faster than any illegal hold.

Sunday, I am thinking about the ball.

NaBloPoMo and Photo Friday: Fishing for a Ride

Rocky died. Just a week after Loved-One got him from the G-Kids. They brought over four new koi, a Father’s Day present. After consideration of their personalities and physical appearance they got their names: Rocky, Dr. Streekor, Blu, and Zorro. Loved-One wrapped the deceased Rocky in a sandwich bag and put him inside the freezer. The G-Kids cried when they heard the news. I got out an old jewelry box with a cotton lining, put a ribbon around it, and put the coffin back in the freezer. Tuesday at 8 AM, Beany called to say the koi farmer will replace…

The (Chicago) Sky’s the Limit

Shane Cleghorn and my Ducky

“Shane got me some great tickets,”  Ducky’s eyes almost brimmed with tears, she was so excited.

“What?  I didn’t say we could go yet.”  Ducky’s face fell.

“I’ll call him back, and tell him never mind.”

“No.  It’s okay.  I’m just surprised that you acted so quickly.  We can go.”

Ducky’s Sky Guy birthday cake (I made that.)

Summertime is time to follow professional basketball.  Isn’t basketball over?  You say.  Oh contraire; The WNBA is in full swing.  Ducky loves watching the games on TV.  At least once a year, a group of family and friends gets together for dinner and a Chicago Sky Game.  This year, I’m determined

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