Rule #1: always go down swinging. Especially when it's the last strike of the last out of the last inning and the winning run is standing on first base waiting for you to send him home. But that's all I'm going to say about that. Sigh.
Rule #2: keep your eye - and your hands -- on the ball. Do not fumble a hand-off on the 3 yard line. Do not allow the opposing team to move 50 yards down the field on a punt by fumbling the return. And, for the love of everything sacred, please stop throwing to the other team.
So this weekend pretty much summed up what it means to be a Philly sports fan. Starting out with a bang, ending with "what in the hell just happened?"
But sometimes just getting there -- with the right person holding your hand -- is good enough. Although winning would have been nice, too.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Farm to Fork to Fabulous
Went to the Memphis Farmers' Market benefit at the Mesquite Chop House downtown last night. I think I might be developing an unhealthy obsession with butternut squash ravioli. Except that it's not really unhealthy to eat squash, especially when it's that good.
I did have a chance to work a few of the calories off in advance, since I helped to collect most of the produce -- including the butternut squash -- at the Farmers' Market on Saturday. I never in my life thought that anything -- or anyone -- could make me excited about getting out of bed before noon on a Saturday. I wasn't actually sure that anyone could get me out of bed before noon on a Saturday, but I was wrong.
I was also wrong about the unevenness that I thought was happening in my last post. Things have really smoothed out, mostly because I've stopped trying to convince myself that they were rough in the first place. Sometimes life just takes a while to get you to where you want to be, but everything that happens along the way makes you the person that you are when you get there. The trick is that you have to be able to learn from the past, and then let it go. That's the difference between "life lessons" and "baggage." I definitely still have some unpacking to do, but I'm getting there. I even found the cord for the modem.
Now all I need to find is some more ravioli...
I did have a chance to work a few of the calories off in advance, since I helped to collect most of the produce -- including the butternut squash -- at the Farmers' Market on Saturday. I never in my life thought that anything -- or anyone -- could make me excited about getting out of bed before noon on a Saturday. I wasn't actually sure that anyone could get me out of bed before noon on a Saturday, but I was wrong.
I was also wrong about the unevenness that I thought was happening in my last post. Things have really smoothed out, mostly because I've stopped trying to convince myself that they were rough in the first place. Sometimes life just takes a while to get you to where you want to be, but everything that happens along the way makes you the person that you are when you get there. The trick is that you have to be able to learn from the past, and then let it go. That's the difference between "life lessons" and "baggage." I definitely still have some unpacking to do, but I'm getting there. I even found the cord for the modem.
Now all I need to find is some more ravioli...
Monday, October 4, 2010
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Back at Republic Coffee, partaking of breakfast-for-late-dinner, a white chocolate Americano that I probably should have gotten in decaf, and free wi-fi, since I haven't found the power cord for my modem at home yet.
I should probably explain, of course, why the power cord for my modem -- along with many other items of varying importance -- is not where it should be. After three years in my beloved apartment with the high ceilings and walk-in closet, I decided that I really wanted a house. Wanted it enough to give up said high ceilings and walk-in closet, as well as the fireplace. In exchange, I get a great back yard (with patio, shed, and plenty of room for a hammock), a front porch that's just waiting for a rocking chair or two, and my very own driveway. I also get to be within walking distance of both my office and the campus pool, which unfortunately just closed for the season.
After two weeks of cleaning, painting, and packing -- interrupted by a semi-spontaneous road trip to Myrtle Beach -- I am now surrounded on all sides by piles of boxes, bags, and bins. At some point I will begin to make order out of the chaos. For now, I will make short work of my waffle and bacon.
The story that I began in my last post is progressing... unevenly. I'm trying not to read too much into either the highs or the lows, and realizing that most of the latter are, perhaps, only in my mind. Maybe the hardest part about starting something over is that you can't help looking back at everything that's happened in your life since the last time you tried it. I'm such a different person now than I was then, and in so many good ways (or at least I think so), but that doesn't mean that I'm always as strong as I pretend to be. Sometimes I wonder if I've learned to put up too many walls, if I'm building a trap for myself rather than a shelter. But I'm not ready to knock those walls down yet, so for now I'll just hang around inside and see what happens. And try to find that power cord.
I should probably explain, of course, why the power cord for my modem -- along with many other items of varying importance -- is not where it should be. After three years in my beloved apartment with the high ceilings and walk-in closet, I decided that I really wanted a house. Wanted it enough to give up said high ceilings and walk-in closet, as well as the fireplace. In exchange, I get a great back yard (with patio, shed, and plenty of room for a hammock), a front porch that's just waiting for a rocking chair or two, and my very own driveway. I also get to be within walking distance of both my office and the campus pool, which unfortunately just closed for the season.
After two weeks of cleaning, painting, and packing -- interrupted by a semi-spontaneous road trip to Myrtle Beach -- I am now surrounded on all sides by piles of boxes, bags, and bins. At some point I will begin to make order out of the chaos. For now, I will make short work of my waffle and bacon.
The story that I began in my last post is progressing... unevenly. I'm trying not to read too much into either the highs or the lows, and realizing that most of the latter are, perhaps, only in my mind. Maybe the hardest part about starting something over is that you can't help looking back at everything that's happened in your life since the last time you tried it. I'm such a different person now than I was then, and in so many good ways (or at least I think so), but that doesn't mean that I'm always as strong as I pretend to be. Sometimes I wonder if I've learned to put up too many walls, if I'm building a trap for myself rather than a shelter. But I'm not ready to knock those walls down yet, so for now I'll just hang around inside and see what happens. And try to find that power cord.
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