I hate it when you’re having a good day, and then you happen to drive by a place that is meaningful in some way, shape, or form, and your day is flipped, turned upside-down (thank you, Will Smith). It’s too much to say that the day is “ruined”, because it isn’t, but you are left with a flood of memories both beautiful and bittersweet, and melancholy thoughts that linger for many kilometers afterward…
So every year, Mr. Starr and I usually get to a couple of Blue Jays baseball games at the Rogers Center in Toronto. In fact, we were just at one game a few days ago. And I started thinking that I should get a Jays T-shirt to wear just to show my support. Yanno? I’m not really into baseball, but the Mister is, and I like seeing a couple of games because I enjoy the atmosphere and the crowd. Okay, I can’t lie — also the overpriced booze.
Anyway. I was thinking that I should get myself a T-shirt, but then I ran into the problem of not knowing whose name and number should be on the back of the shirt. I finally decided on a very simple criterion: I will figure out who the hottest, sexiest player is and wear his name and number on my bod. Heh. (Not shallow at all, right??)
I did some Googling of images last night, but I was having a hard time finding player profiles. I’d like to see a group picture of all the current team members, so I could pick from there, but I wasn’t having much luck. So I shall have to continue my search and see who I can come up with. We probably won’t get to another game this summer, so I have time.
The definition of summer fun:
Enjoying a delicious bowl of sweet, fresh cherries.
And then practicing tying the stems into knots with one’s tongue.
Some days, it’s all you can do.
I’m stuck in that weird state of flux where I feel like I have a million different things to say, but at the same time, haven’t the foggiest what to write.
It doesn’t help when you read beautifully written blog posts by writers who paint breathtaking pictures with their words. Indeed, I have a big crush on one wonderful gentleman’s brain. Well, okay… truth be told, it might be a crush in general. But it’s all good parts deliciously assembled into a whole that I very much appreciate.
I wish we could tell people outright how wonderful we think they are — with all levels of affection, regardless of relationship status — but there are all those social mores and levels of what is deemed appropriate… yadda, yadda, yadda. So we crush and we appreciate from afar. I still think it might increases levels of happiness everywhere, sharing this information. I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t.
Where are you in your world?
I’m on a hamster wheel that occasionally diverges.
So many little tidbits of story ideas that I don’t know what to do with them. I suppose you gather them into a multicoloured bouquet and enjoy the hues and details…
Have to go be a mom again for a while. It can be a tiring thing, sometimes. But I wouldn’t give it up for all the riches in the world.
Don’t you hate it when you haven’t the foggiest idea which end is up? I haven’t a clue right now, and I wish I could get a sign.
See, this is what happens when you’re overtired and overworked and under-relaxed.
I have free time coming near the end of May and into the first week of June. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it…
Hey there, Gentle Readers –
Real-world life has gone WTF crazy. I’m so stupidly busy right now that everything unrelated to current real-life work and commitments has gone (temporarily) out the freakin’ window. Sadly, this includes the RBC challenge. I will start up again on it when life calms down — approximately by June, at this point.
Other than that, I can’t figure out why I force myself to stay up at my computer when I’m clearly exhausted, and I’ve reached the point where I’m not doing anything remotely productive. Honestly, I should be in bed right now. I’m eleven kinds of stupid for sitting here.
So I’m gone, y’all. Later.
I have so many things I should do, but my head is also full of all sorts of troublesome things that are distracting me from my work.
And on top of that, I’m tired. With a capital T.
To me, all of this works in combination to send me the message that I should just go to bed. So that is where I am going.
Tomorrow can be brighter, right?
So just like that proverbial cat, the germs came back. Seeing as how I’ve suffered off and on for almost four weeks now, I finally went to see my family doctor, who took one look at me and said, “Uh, yeah. Antibiotics for you.”
Now we wait for the germ-killing action to kick in and take this pain away. Whee.
I’m certain that is playing a fair role in the fact that I am weepy and feeling down today. Of course, there are other factors, too. There are always other factors, it seems. Sometimes life sucks and it’s even worse when you realize there’s not a single thing you can do about it.
I was hoping ‘15 would be better than ‘14, but so far the evidence is pointing in the opposite direction. Fucking universe.
Yeah. That’s the word of the day, folks.
Those germs I was talking about earlier? They got me good. The doctor informed me that my version of sinusitis happens to be viral. So this means no antibiotics (because they wouldn’t work anyway, duh) and instead, anti-inflammatories, pain relievers and steroid nasal sprays. Whee.
And the best part? “If you still have symptoms after four weeks, come back and see us.”
Christ on a cracker.
So keep your fingers crossed for me that this crud does, indeed, remain just an easily-defeated virus. The alternative is just too nasty to think about.
On a related note, the smart ones among you will have realized by now that *this* might just be the reason why there haven’t been any new posts for a few days.
Gold star for you.
If, as I said, all goes well, I’ll be back to the RBC tomorrow and attempting to crank out something new in terms of creative stuff. Stay tuned!
Ta-da! The short story is here! The title is “Hands” and it was inspired by the Maroon 5 song, “Hands All Over”.
As always, any and all creative content on this blog is copyright Kris Starr (with the exception in this case of the lyrics to “Hands All Over”), so please don’t copy and/or distribute this content without my express permission.
Feel free to comment, if you are so inclined.
And now, follow me down below to enjoy “Hands”.