I finally got to play pool the following two nights. Maybe I should take a long break more often. Sometimes I surprise myself at the improvement in my game when I come back to it. I’m not going to say how many games I won, or who I played, not that it would be too hard to figure that out. Let’s just say, the games have gone down to the wire, and whether I win or I lose, I know I played well. And, some of that is due to the generosity of Mr. Pool and Confidante who offer suggestions or praise when I’ve sunk a difficult shot. Playing with Confidante is an experience in itself. By the time we’re ready to call it quits, my stomach muscles are knotted from laughter and I’m exhausted. When I began this blog I referred to him as Mr. NyQuill because he makes me laugh so hard and we have such a good time, I sleep like a rock after a night of playing pool with him. The night we played I slept for nine hours straight. I wouldn’t want to ruin his game by insinuating he puts all women to sleep, because I have no idea if he affects other women this way. All I know is if I could bottle him I would.
It’s raining cats and dogs today. I love the rain, and goodness knows we needed it. The rain is a perfect ending to this week. It’s been relatively quiet, if you don’t count last night. I’ve been able to enjoy sitting outside at night without the nasty humidity that has plagued us. It’s been a productive week for me. Life is good and I’m contented. Of course, if something snarky doesn’t happen soon, my blog is going to get very dull. I wouldn’t want to lose my edge. Then again, I can always count on Squid or Dave to help Confidante keep that edge sharp. Together, we’re like one giant sitcom.
I may have to give up cookies. I thought I could balance out the damage by eating salad, but apparently, it’s not a fair trade. I confess I’ve become an exercise slacker. I’ve gone hard in the gym for the past year, and I’m sick, sick, sick of the same machines; the same routine. I’m bored with it all. I need to do something physical that’s also fun. Yeh, I need more of that too. I feel like mountain climbing or clearing a jungle. The only problem with that is I don’t like bugs or snakes, my hair would frizz, and I can forget about maintaining manicured nails. Well, there must be something. Stomping grapes. That’s it! It would combine two of my favorite things, wine and Italy, and I could lose weight while earning some money. But then, I'd have the problem of what to do with purple feet.
Speaking of feet, last weekend I bought a pair of sandals while I was in Northern Virginia. You know how hard it is to find sandals at the end of the season, especially in your own size. I’d been looking for good sandals since the spring. I was now desperate since I had a lot of walking to do on concrete, and it was too hot to wear socks and jogging shoes. My options being limited, I found a pair I thought might work. They have cut-outs criss-crossing over the tops, elastic string laces and no arch support. I bought them anyway. I’ve discovered that not only are they very tight-fitting, but they make your feet hot from the rubber soles. Apparently, they’re ugly too. When I got home the first thing Squid said to me was, “You need to bring somebody with you next time you buy shoes.”
It’s raining cats and dogs today. I love the rain, and goodness knows we needed it. The rain is a perfect ending to this week. It’s been relatively quiet, if you don’t count last night. I’ve been able to enjoy sitting outside at night without the nasty humidity that has plagued us. It’s been a productive week for me. Life is good and I’m contented. Of course, if something snarky doesn’t happen soon, my blog is going to get very dull. I wouldn’t want to lose my edge. Then again, I can always count on Squid or Dave to help Confidante keep that edge sharp. Together, we’re like one giant sitcom.
I may have to give up cookies. I thought I could balance out the damage by eating salad, but apparently, it’s not a fair trade. I confess I’ve become an exercise slacker. I’ve gone hard in the gym for the past year, and I’m sick, sick, sick of the same machines; the same routine. I’m bored with it all. I need to do something physical that’s also fun. Yeh, I need more of that too. I feel like mountain climbing or clearing a jungle. The only problem with that is I don’t like bugs or snakes, my hair would frizz, and I can forget about maintaining manicured nails. Well, there must be something. Stomping grapes. That’s it! It would combine two of my favorite things, wine and Italy, and I could lose weight while earning some money. But then, I'd have the problem of what to do with purple feet.
Speaking of feet, last weekend I bought a pair of sandals while I was in Northern Virginia. You know how hard it is to find sandals at the end of the season, especially in your own size. I’d been looking for good sandals since the spring. I was now desperate since I had a lot of walking to do on concrete, and it was too hot to wear socks and jogging shoes. My options being limited, I found a pair I thought might work. They have cut-outs criss-crossing over the tops, elastic string laces and no arch support. I bought them anyway. I’ve discovered that not only are they very tight-fitting, but they make your feet hot from the rubber soles. Apparently, they’re ugly too. When I got home the first thing Squid said to me was, “You need to bring somebody with you next time you buy shoes.”