Friday the 13th

How often am I going to be able to sync that title with the day it airs? I'm sure there are people out there who actually know this, or who will feel the sudden urge to look it up--it was rhetorical.

Lemme see, things I may not have touched upon in the last postings. . .

Lash's baseball season is over. Unfortunately, Lash was the very last out of the very last inning of the very last game and some of his teammates used that to try and make him feel as if it was his fault they lost. . .because he's so powerful that team sports are entirely under his control one way or the other. Anyway, I'm glad baseball is over. With one car and conflicting work schedules, transportation was a logistical nightmare.

Speaking of cars, we purchased a new one at the auction while Adam was up visiting. It stopped starting the next day and I brought it in to the shop this morning. Turns out it wasn't starting for purely aesthetic and retarded reasons on my part that we won't get in to, but bringing it in was good as it needed a new front axle and had a bad oil problem, so that was taken care of. Needs a tune up still, coolant hoses replaced and such, but that can wait 'til I can get help from friends rather than paying another $400+ I don't have to mechanics.

Adam visited last weekend. We had a very pleasant time hosting him. A lot of geeky comic book conversation happened, as did the same "I must know NOW" conversation I had with ADJ earlier this year. Played cards, did movies, etc. I am repeating myself some here, I know.

Some of my sunburning from that weekend is still really bad, and that sucks. Have been worrying about friends in nearby wildfire ridden Paradise. Not fun. Have been checking out 4th Edition--don't think it's going to be for us. I said this about 3rd too. . .stupid hobbies. This week the defendants in our lawsuit decided to bog us down in paperwork--that will not stop us. But it blows anyway.

My darling friend Cammie gets married tomorrow. Congratulations, sweetie.

Bored yet?

Major League

Today was Lash's first real baseball game. He did all right. Playing right field he was only part of one play during fielding, but he did that play well enough. He had two times at bat: the first time he struck out, the second time he was walked, and eventually scored a run. He had a good deal of fun. I had a good deal of crying baby so had to watch from the car where things are far less exciting.

In case you missed it, didn't read the labels for the last post, whatever, it was my poor attempt at being subtle in my April Fool's prankery. The previous post, saying it wasn't an April Fool's post, was an April Fool's post. I only feel the need to point this out further because some people have let me know they've taken it a bit too seriously.

I'm in a great mood for cookies and have none. Grrr.

I've been feeling on the cusp of writing a new poem or some new poems. Something seems to be blocking my ignition, but they're there, pushing, percolating, pulsing, waiting to be freed.

In that vein, April being National Poetry Month, here's one of my favourites, one that's been on my mind lately, by e.e.cummings:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Two Weeks

Not the thrillingest of movies, by the way. And since "thrillingest" isn't a word, apparently, I claim its invention. Huzzah for me, la la la.

pre-Friday there hasn't been a lot of excitement or difference, that I could necessarily share, so I avoided blogland. Plenty to whine/bitch/moan about work, though (being mis-trained on something and thus spilling half a vat of hot oil on the floor, emptying a toxic homeless shopping cart by hand, kicking out a sleeping homeless guy, the sudden departure of an important coworker, etc.). But that can all be summed up as: work sucks and I am so quickly burning out it's driving me crazy and I have trouble not bringing the stress home with me.

So, Friday, my friend Brian calls: "I notice you don't blog when you're kind of pissed off, and you haven't blogged in weeks. . ."

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Saturday was opening day for Lash and baseball. His team is the Dodgers, which is especially amusing as that is the team that I favoured growing up--because my family were all Giants fans and I would have none of that. He's been getting some practice on the side thanks to my friend John and myself, so I hope to keep seeing him improve more and more beyond just his practices.

Much time was spent opening day helping others travel (and as they've similarly helped us more times than I've ever cared to count, it was never a problem) and sitting around waiting. John bought me an overpriced hotdog because I forgot to bring cash. Opening Day consisted of no real games, save for an exhibition where each inning consisted of each team going up to bat its entire roster twice, and only lasted one inning. Lash struck out, and then got a sacrifice hit and while in outfield, stopped a ball.

Saturday evening my darling friend Cammie came up from the Bay Area for a visit while she did some other stuff and we got to hang out that evening and a great portion of Sunday. Got a drink at the U-Bar, hung out at the parks, discussed my word, some breakfast at Sin of Cortez, more hanging out, some photos, some shopping, etc. It made my weekend.