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Nice three days

I drove my son to work Saturday–he didn’t want to practice driving and I don’t want to make anything into something. I watched his game and we worked out together on different weight machines. I also called my aunt right before he started coaching. It was nice to catch up with her. My son’s team learned a ton and played great. I took a picture and sent it to my aunt. It was his last day of his basketball season, and next he coaches soccer. After weights, I took him to a local guitar shop and messed around on an acoustic guitar while he played a black EVH. He wants it for graduation. I’ll have to have his Dad contribute to it and I told him when he moves out that he has to keep it locked up. He and I walked around the park and talked. I took another long walk that night.

Sunday was book club. I don’t know why I had so much trouble with the murder in “Under the Banner of Heaven.” I didn’t even flinch with the depictions in “Killer Clown” or “Lost Girls,” but I think that the cold realism of Krakauer who I love made the murder of the toddler and mother something that I couldn’t read. I love the author. I’ve read, “Into Thin Air,” “Into the Wild,” “Rape and the Justice System in a College Town” and am now reading his book of essays. I liked all the history in “Under the Banner of Heaven” and our good discussion–just couldn’t read the murder parts. My son and I took another even longer walk Sunday; although, it was really windy. I got my mail shredded and all my laundry done and actually put away.

Today the super nice guy from work texted me early and said his girlfriend was dropping him off at 7:20. I asked if she was ok meeting me, because I want to meet her. When I went out there to meet her, the climber was in the back. I was surprised. The guy’s girlfriend has great energy. It was so nice to meet her. When the climber got out, she looked super hot. I said, “You look nice, _____.” The guy said, “You look great and professional.” She said, “The jacket is really to cover up the back of this shirt that has a design that I screen printed for a a burning man.” She sat up front. We all had balanced and good conversation on the way in. When we got there the climber said, “I think that we should all hang out in the car for the next eight minutes because we’re not contracted until 8.” I said, “That sounds like we’re doing drugs.” She laughed and said that it did. She said that she was going to lay on her desk for eight-minutes, which raised my eyebrows.

I signed in second, and she stroked my back and said, “You’re going to sign in today?” I said, “Yes, are you going to lay on your desk?” She cracked up. However, when I went into her office she got out behind her desk and laid on two tables in her room and bent her head back to talk to me. I sucked in my breath and said, “You’re terrible!” She said, “Thank you.” I adjourned and was definitely turned on. I worked and so did she. At the end of the work day I was zipping up everything, getting my things and she laid on the nice guy’s tables. I looked away and kept focused so I wouldn’t leave anything. When I exited my office she had left and was back in her office. We all left together. We all had a great and connected conversation on the way home. I looked west and said, “The mountains are beautiful.” She said, “Let’s all drive there.” The nice guy said, “Drop me home first.” Good vibes and conversation on the way home. I have cardio with my son Mondays and she was going to use her kiln and then go to the ice climbing gym.

I was so excited when her car wasn’t at his house. She said, “It’s only two blocks, but I’m getting up front.” I said, “You should! I feel like your Mom with just you back there and if I’d had a kid when I was 11-years, three-months and twenty-eight-days-old that would be a huge problem on many levels.” I think that she was going to pick up my hand when we got up the street. I told her that I couldn’t believe that she laid on tables and that she should warn me when she is going to do something that sexy at work! She said it was my fault for bringing it up again and I said, “To be fair you asked if I was signing in and then I followed up with that, but touché, you definitely won and nailed it.” She said, “Come ice climbing. That’s a workout.” I said, “As soon as my pinky heals, I would love to.” She picked up my hand and kissed my pinky. When she got out I unbuckled my seatbelt and said, “I’m hugging you.” I held my breath. She got out and winked at me. I would venture that she has served the ball from her court!

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Keepin’ on

I biked about 10-miles and some change on Sunday. I went to a very small lake in a park in our city and laid down. Before I did that I sent GA a text. Her name isn’t Georgia, but she lives there. I just don’t want to call her Rugby although she played it in college because that evokes a certain look and she’s really feminine. In fact, she’s the most feminine woman who has ever kissed me. I would’ve thought that she was straight actually. I laid down on the other side of a drainage ditch about 20-feet from the lake and closed my eyes. On the dormant grass I was in a windbreak, but it was roaring. I could only hear the seagulls calling and with the high wind it was like the ocean. I laid there for 10-minutes with the sun on my face. Gorgeous.

GA and I texted all afternoon into early evening. It was Q & A and really nice. It definitely cut the loneliness. On Thursday, Vegan texted me and asked if I could go to the restaurant with her. I’d told her that it had the best Green Goddess dressing that I had ever had when we had lunch two weeks ago. We had such a good time at lunch. We have dinner next Friday. I’m looking forward to it. I might like her. I’m not sure.

Today I was waiting for the nice guy from work to show up for our commute. I’m going with him and his girlfriend to karaoke next Thursday. I texted him that it was no rush, but I was wondering and he said minutes later that the climber had just picked him up. They finally got to my house and we went to work. She sat in the back, and was pleasant and more open than she’d been last Monday.

I worked and was doing massive amounts of paperwork and finally went to warm up part of my lunch. I didn’t want to go back to my office. I’ve been so lonely. I peeked into her office and said, “Are you busy?” She said she wasn’t. I said, “I don’t want to eat alone, may I eat in your office?” She said that I could. We had a really nice conversation. She laughed a lot, blushed a little and I found out that although she nor her ex are neither satisfied with the terms that mediation is done and she’s glad it’s over. She also said it’s getting warmer so we need to go back to the spot where we climbed in October. It was a nice ride home and I told her commuting partner that she was getting shotgun. We all chatted and joked and such. Balanced car trip back to my driveway where her car was parked, and then we all said, “See you Monday.” It was so much nicer than it’s been.

I’m going to send GA a picture of me tomorrow. The one that I’d sent her with my fall kickball team is ok, but I look too skinny, so I’m sending one tomorrow. I’ll watch my son’s team play and then lift weights and my son can get a good picture of me. I would love to see her again. It would be possible at the end of next month, but I’m being calm and cool.

I was pretty sad this week given the injury. I can type now, but I can still feel where the fracture is. It’s also very purple at the top joint. I have to bowl on Wednesday, so I’ll have to get creative with taping or really bandage it. I decided to play kickball on the old league and bowl for this gay league. I think that’s the safest sports with young, huge men.

I guess these girls don’t look masculine. One could be GA before she puts on her makeup and fixes her hair.
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Little Updates

I think that the fracture was mostly at the top joint. There is a smaller one down the side. It’s healing though which is good. It’s almost a week. At 6:30 tonight, it will be just that–one week. I’m not going too nuts. I don’t love not being able to plank, but I’m not completely crazy.

It’s the third one that I have broken. When I graduated with my two Bachelor’s in 1997, my left ring finger was taped to my pinky on a tongue depressor. I caught a basketball pass incorrectly playing pickup three-on-three. It looks funny wherein I am shaking the President’s hand with my other hand injured in my cap and gown picture. Then in 2015 or 16 my dog ran one way while I was picking up my wife’s (ex now) dog’s poop and she snapped my right ring finger. Three fingers, so I know and don’t need to do the $60 co-pay. I’ll rehab it too. Our new Occupational Therapist at my main site is so cool, so I’ll ask her about it when I start doing hand strengthening.

I am not going to stay with this league. I paid for March and April for the old one. I had fun in the summer kickball and really these huge men are a bit strong for me to hang–especially in dodgeball. I also don’t like this team manager. She’s rude and kinda stuck up. I’m going back to what I knew. I played on a Meet Up kickball league about 10-years-ago and there was one guy who pitched as hard as he could. I blew my quad kicking it.

I have to expect that playing sports causes injuries. I just want to be a little more circumspect. I do want to keep playing rec sports though.

I have been walking and biking. It’s a little difficult to bike over bumps because of my pinky and pain, but I’m getting it done. I had fun at the Mardi Gras party that I went to last night, and am looking forward to seeing my teammates and my colleague tonight at the cowboy bar. I’m being social and as active as I can injured. I also have practiced guitar three times. I think that I’m doing as well as I can. I hope that my son can stop lying about vaping, and have told him–as I caught him again–that it was the last time that is happening in the house if he wants to live here. We’ll see. It’s nice again, so I’m going to add to my biking right now. Hopefully, I will meet a nice woman tonight. I’m super behind on that goal.

  1. Calm and cool – Absolutely
  2. Spend less – Moderate progress as the convention and being away from my house set me back
  3. Do you – yep, and helping others
  4. Lift like a girl – damn pinky; another setback
  5. Healthy alcohol consumption – check! Only three over the course of 4.5 hours with massive amounts of food at the Mardi Gras Party
  6. Get big – I am bigger, but have a small injury setback currently. Thursday – now: 30,058 steps & 13 miles cycling
  7. Love / Connect / Lead with Heart – Check
  8. Sing – Check
  9. Play guitar – Moderate progress
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Broken

Not my heart, but my pinky. I thought that I had jammed it because I was holding a ball when a shot was near my head so I blocked it with the ball that I was holding. It really hurt, but I could bend both joints. I couldn’t play though and our team manager got pissed. It was Super Bowl Sunday and we didn’t have a full team. I was sorry that we were at a disadvantage, but couldn’t use my right hand well. We lost. She was pretty nasty to me. She’s a little weird anyway and sneers, but she was visibly mad about my hand.

The next day after my shower it was zombie colored. I knew that it was broken. I showed the climber and her commuting partner. They were in my car. I don’t have a good read on the climber anymore. She’s not cold, but definitely not effusive any longer. I don’t want details and didn’t give her or her commuting partner who I drove to work any information about my Poly-Cougar kissing episode at the bar on Friday. I’ll drive them next Friday and will have to see if they like riding with me when my son is in the car because I’ll have to give him a lift once a week when I drive. I dropped her off at her house and she said, “Bye.” I don’t know. I also don’t chase. I’ll just see what the next month or so involves.

Conversation was pretty dominated by her commuting partner on the way in and then she asked me a question about my son that was open-ended on the ride home. I have been encouraged by his openness and attitude lately so I told her and him about my hopefulness. She talks more in describing adventures in the car, and frankly lately. I don’t even know how mediation with her ex for the house has been going. I guess that I don’t feel close with her. I can be open, but she seems maybe a little guarded. I’m not going to give energy to thinking about why, and will drive them both next Friday if they want to save gas and be green.

I got a popsicle stick from work and waterproof tape and have my finger splinted. I have been toggling over with my ring finger to type, but shifting is very awkward and slow. It’s ok because the pinky is easiest. It’s just the shifting thing that is super slow. It could be much worse.

I probably won’t get to play in our last couple of dodgeball games. I’m only going to play kickball for this league. I don’t want to be around the team manager who is a varsity dodgeball player. I may go back to the other league anyway because I don’t have to play on a gay league. I had fun last summer. There was a woman who gave me wine and she was friends with a lesbian married couple on that league, so I can probably still meet woman in the other league.

I had so much fun in guitar class last night! The teacher is a nut and I’m honing my skills. I’m going to play a song at open mic at the bar. I would like to get the strumming pattern for “Little Bit of Love” down completely and do a sing-a-long. I’m going to practice all weekend. I have my grief group for the loss of my parents tonight, which always helps. My colleague who almost died is going too. Life is pretty good right now.

It’s snowy and pretty today. Since Saturday I’ve biked 24-miles, so with biking everyday Friday through Tuesday, I ought to get to at least 50. I won’t bike today, but maybe I can bike to work on Thursday. I can do that with a broken, splinted pinky!