Here We Go Again

January 13, 2020 - 10:25pm -- swingbug

I walked into a ballet studio today for the first time in I think about two years. I thought I was done with that one. I really did. I was at a place where I really didn’t even miss it that much anymore.

But after work tonight I went digging through the back of my closet, dug out my old ballet slippers, blew the dust off, and put them back on my feet.

And it’s like riding a bike. Except you know how much you’re screwing everything up and how bad your posture has gotten. So, picking up this thing exactly where we left off then.

So Tea Then

October 14, 2018 - 4:30pm -- swingbug

This week I guested on a podcast, gave a presentation at my python group, volunteered at my kid’s school, worked 40+ hours, and hosted a slumber party full of twelve-year olds at my house.

I’m a little tired now.

And somehow I feel like I didn’t get enough done, which both obvious and insane at the very same time.

When the Walls Fell

September 2, 2018 - 9:38am -- swingbug

The last few days at the rink were surreal, as the building slowly came down around us. I’d come in for a game and find myself staring at a blank wall trying to identify why it looked wrong. Ah, that’s where all the championship banners used to be. the next game, benches were missing, just the flat ends of bolts left in the cement. By the finals, we were watching the walls of the batting cages come down one at a time. 

Longshot

July 22, 2018 - 10:48pm -- swingbug

I played in the Copper League championship game at the rink tonight. We played against our favorite team, the Angry Housewives. They beat us 3-2, in a good solid fair game, and when it was all over we all gathered together for a big photo and I thought my heart was going to break just a little bit.

Not because we lost. If we’re going to lose, I want the Housewives to the be the ones to beat us; they’re good folk. But because this might be the last real hockey season.

Turn Offs

June 11, 2018 - 10:54am -- swingbug

I’m taking a vacation. I suppose you could call it a stay-cation, if you were the sort of person that was okay with that not being a word. I’m calling it a vacation and not leaving the house. Or possibly my pajamas.

The kid finished up his sixth grade year on Friday. His last week was a blaze of school plays and promotion ceremonies, and middle school looms ahead on the horizon. In between is the parade of summer day camps that are the fate of kids without a stay-at-home parent.

Drunk Irish Zombies who Knit for Comfort and Also Taxidermied Raccoons

March 22, 2018 - 7:22pm -- swingbug

I hope everybody had a good St. Patrick’s Day. We went to the Irish pub down the way, which we do frequently, to hear a band that we enjoy, whom we also hear frequently. Except that there were all these people there. Like Chreasters only drunk. Huh. 

I don’t begrudge folk the right to have a whiskey or two on St. Paddy’s Day. That’s a thing; I get it. Being fairly sober amidst a mess of drunk people, though, is only entertaining for so long.

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