A lull in my sporting year

The NBA Finals just came to an unthrilling end. The NHL was over in the first round yet again, thanks Sharkies. MLB is plodding right along at it's snails pace, and I've already begun thinking when the first fantasy football publication is coming out. I've plotted what spot I'm picking in the draft that doesn't happen for for over 3 months still. I'm so desperate for football that I'll even read about the niners when there is a story in the paper. Am I sick? Who cares, I love all sports, but football reigns supreme. So, it's at this time of the year, every year, that there is a 3 month lull in my sporting year. I've come to terms with this fact, and have taking up other hobbies for 3 months out of the year. Lets say that it's helping me become more well rounded. The countdown is on, tick, tick, tick until the first day of training camp, then pre-season, then the actual thing. Ah yes, anticipation, I can't wait for football to start again.

High School Reunion

Last Saturday night I went to my 2o year high school reunion party. I must say I didn't expect too much considering I know what these people were like in school. I was pleasantly surprised from those that actually attended. I ended up having a much better time than I thought I would. I saw a lot of familiar faces, some I remembered right away, others not so quickly. I caught up on old times with several old friends, had some drinks, and then heard the line of the night. "If you want to talk to Paul Sheridan, you'll have to do it on the dance floor, because that's where I'll be". Classic Sheridan moment. I know, you had to be there right? Anyway, it was a good time had by all, and a reminder that things aren't always what you think.

A taste of times past, present, & future

Recently my fiance and I were forced to move from our condo because the owners were forced into foreclosure. Our bubble was burst, and we thought that we wouldn't be able to find something that we liked nearly as much. Much to our surprise, we found what we were looking for on the very first day we looked.
Growing up in the suburbs in the east bay area of California, I became accustomed to living the slower life than that of the "city folk". Once I moved out on my own, I started gravitating more towards nature. First in the foothills of Garin regional park, then with a front row seat with a view of Mt. Diablo in Concord. Now, we've found a slice of heaven right here in the bay area. It's a sleepy little part of town, with no sidewalks, trees everywhere, and lots of nice friendly people. Going from washer & dryers, dishwashers, and all the mod-cons that people of this day are used to. Now we are on a septic system (watch what you flush), with no dishwasher, no washer dryer, and guess what? We couldn't be happier. I think that this is the first of many forays into our future, and the future has determined that we are going to become one with nature.
Up next on the list of things to do at the new cottage; compost pile, rain water collection barrel, and what the hell, maybe we'll just import Ed Bagley Jr. to come live with us. Would I mind riding my stationary bicycle for 20 minutes to eat some toast? Probably not, but you have to start somewhere right? Right! This is the first day of the rest of our lives, and it's getting off on the right foot.