We play our semi-final match this Saturday. Another shot at glory for me. Except we're playing the top team and they beat us by 30 points last weekend. Still I've twice this week dragged my aging butt down to the local park and run some wind sprints, working on the theory that it's never too late. And I've taken my spirulina tablets each morning this week, and I've abstained from sex! I ain't getting my hopes up this year though. Been there too many times. Do wish me luck though.
Matthews lies asleep in our bed, curled up around pillows and sheets, Lala clutched tightly in his arms, sighing and snuffling and shifting as he dreams of trucks and monsters and ghosts. One cat is prowling outside, stirred from her repose by the heater by the other cat who crouched, just out of paw's reach, and stared her down. And Debbie is fetching me a glass of milk, and some cookies, and sitting down beside me, the end of another long day.
I was talking to Debbie this morning about how fast this year has gone. It's been a blur of work. It's August now. August!
I have no idea what I'm going to do. It seems I have about half a dozens jobs on right now — from big to small. Every day, during my lunch hour I have another meeting to go. We talk about websites. I sit there wondering just what website it is today! I get too tired at night to work and so everything just piles up. And I've got two people to call tomorrow who've left messages for me about more websites. Anyone want to come to New Zealand and work for me?
Oh, now this is another bus story. Sort of a coda to my last entry. In 1986, when I was travelling in the US, I did two cross-country trips by Greyhound. From Maine to Montana and back again. About three days travelling each way. Including such scenic delights as spending eight hours in the Cleveland bus terminal! But I'd read somewhere, some tips about travelling on long-distance Greyhound trips. Among the obvious ones — bring your own food, wear comfortable clothes, wash your face occasionally — there was one really useful one that advised to always sit in the aisle seat. The theory was that the window seat next to you would get filled up last in the bus because people are loathe to step across another person to get to their seat. It generally worked. Especially if you pretended to sleep and stretched out a little.
Except on the trip back from Montana. Somewhere in the mid-west the bus got crowded and this mother and young girl (about 7 probably) got on. The mother sat in the aisle seat across from me. She glared at me as her daughter stepped across me and sat in the window seat next to me. For the next few hours the mother would pointedly lean across the aisle, glare at me like I was a molester, and ask her daughter if she was alright. And I once switched the overhead light off as it was dark and I wanted to sleep. So the mother immediately leaned across me once more and switched it back on. It was a long trip, that trip back!
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