Undefeated

A couple of days late, but I’d like to congratulate my daughter, Patch, and her team, the Unicorns, on an undefeated 5-0-4 season.

Patch herself scored four goals, a pair of two-goal games near season’s end, and did not let a single ball past her by when she defended her goal.  Way back in August she was a little disconcerted to be assigned #13 on her jersey, until she reformulated it as “unlucky for the other team!”

Keep up the good work, Patchie!

APB out on the Hopper

I am here, alive, and, while not exactly thriving, doing a little better than just surviving.

Actually, I’ve had a busy ten days or so. The wife flew to Montreal for a couple of days (right after the Paris attack, much to our fears) leaving me alone with the two little troublemakers for 100 hours. Spent two days getting the lawn leaf-free. Father-in-law came up for a visit. Had two job interviews for some potential 9-5 work. Completed a massive novel, then suffered painfully from reader’s block. Fought a cold to a stalemate. Fought the black dog just as valiantly, though less successfully.

I do have stuff on deck. A review of aforementioned novel. A meditation on sports (formed in the shower after watching that devastating New York Giant loss to the Patriots). A short post about my youngest, Patch. A couple other less developed things. Just life getting in the way of getting my behind in the chair in front of the laptop.

This Thanksgiving four-day weekend I am bringing my laptop with me when the family visits my parents in their Pennsylvanian hideaway. I’ll post some stuff in the next few days and end the three-week self-publishing hiatus I’ve (involuntarily / voluntarily) been on.

See you real soon.

Wishful Thinking?

Yeah, maybe, but not really until January 21, 2017, unless the Great Forgetting takes place yet again ...