So here we are, two days into my official summer, and I'm...bored? What's up with that?
I think I must be going through "busy withdrawal," if there's such a thing. My schedule during the year is so packed that there ends up being something going on almost every night of the week. I think I just get used to that, so I have no idea what to do with myself when nothing's happening. Tonight, the juxtaposition of none of my friends being available and a really bad Rangers game on TV contributed to the boredom. Some of my friends have described me as a perpetual-motion machine, so I get all out-of-sync when I'm actually at rest. It sure seems like I would be able to enjoy doing nothing every once in a while, but evidently not today. Sounds like something I could stand to learn...
This afternoon, I had the worst round of bowling that I'd had since we started going to Bowl-A-Rama: two games under 100, and the last one only a 120. While the first game was marred by a pair of shoes that stuck to the floor, the rest of it was just sort of "losing my mojo"--it was like I'd forgotten how to bowl or something. I'm sure a lot of it was a mental game, but it was downright weird. At least I somewhat redeemed myself in the last game; if I'd gone sub-100 for all three, I'm not sure I could've shown my face in there (OK, not really, but you get the idea).
Oh, and if you're keeping up with the Kev-Won't-Be-Poor-This-Summer Derby, I've hit 40 people signed up, I do believe, with lots more still to return their info. I have several taking double lessons (or twice a week), and one new person wants to go three times a week! (Is that overkill? Maybe, but I'll take it.) I always have said that this would be the summer where I wouldn't end up in the hole, and so far so good.
Candles, etc.: Happy birthday to Chris H., a cool guitarist whom I haven't gotten to jam with in ages. Also a happy belated anniversary (yesterday) to Kristen and Justin, my sister and brother-in-law and the First Family of Despair. May you have many, many, many, many more...
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I don't actually mind a quiet night every once in a while; I think that, on that day, it was the combination of a day with nothing to do and a night with nothing to do that was so weird. (Hmm, why is it that I hear "Corcovado" in my head whenever the phrase "quiet night" is spoken?)
Thank you, Captain Obvious...
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