It would start sometime around now. This week would normally be when the first posts about my annual college hoops contest — this year would have been the Twelfth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown) — would start showing up on the blog. For several years now, that last… Read More Hoops ain’t happening.
I thought I had already said goodbye to Derrick. When I found out last week that he had died, I realized I was wrong. And this was harder than I thought it would be. I hadn’t seen Derrick since … my wedding, maybe, almost 17 years ago? I have a more definite memory of my… Read More another lifetime ago.
Two years ago Sunday, I walked down the hill in Grandview Park on Mount Washington, accompanied by some pretty significant misgivings, for my first yoga class. In spite of my nerves, that morning was close to perfect: sunny and warm, but not at all uncomfortable. Two years later — on Sunday morning — I walked down same… Read More yogaversary.
I took that shot as I awaited the start of my very first real yoga class. I was nervous. Nervous enough that I almost didn’t get seated in the grass. Nervous enough that I almost left. I had been through a couple of demonstration classes at Venture Outdoors Fest two weeks before; I did those… Read More nerves.
Mr. Charlie is rested and ready for tomorrow. And so am I.
Christmas lights sit in the attic for 11 months of the year, completely undisturbed. So how is it that half of the strands I need to light our house managed to not be working when I pulled them out today?
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