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Goals

I have this goal. I want to be a 150 average pin bowler. Last night, I crept toward it.

I bowled 170 in this first game and then had this hideous wrist twisting, side hitting game wherein it was 122. My final game was 147 only because I finished strong. Averaging 146 is flirting toward my goal, and I’ll take it.

Like everything, as soon as I get in my head, I can’t do very well.

That quality affects my climbing too.

The last topic to consider in this entry is that only one of our teammates wasn’t drinking at all. I am the only one of us four who completed a dry January. The thing is that it’s not a dry January for me. I just don’t drink anymore.

The main art museum here has a children’s friendly show, and I noticed driving home from work yesterday that it’s in its final weeks. I called my girlfriend so we can all three go together. I had planned it and it was going to slip away if I didn’t get tickets. We talked for half-an-hour last night.

Her ex-husband, who used to be my metamour, can’t wait until Saturday to have a drink. I told her that I’m looking forward to going to a beer garden on Lake Michigan that her best friend recommended to me in June. What’s been derivative for me having my last drink on December 30th is that alcohol is an easy substance to get dependent on.

I wouldn’t even really call my lack of drinking except once in a Blue Moon (That beer mostly sucks.) a goal. I’ve just had a change. And it was time. LA now has a gout flare up and is limping around.

Do you play sports? What are your sports goals as you age? Have you ever set a goal and it turns out differently than the one that you set?

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Why?

I had a great time at the movie last night. I’m so glad that Vegan organized it and the married women who accompanied her were really cool and I hope that she brings them to our potluck. We chatted and joked at the intermission between films. I like this idea about a queer women’s circle. 

I subscribe to NYT. Their reporting is balanced and deep. Between them and my local NPR station, I think that I know what is going on. I can’t wait to listen to “The Daily” today because concussive traumatic effects are happening in young people now. Doctors know given scans, MRIs, and postmortem interviews of families talking about hospital visits and changes to their sons.

Why do we have an obsession with football in this country? Have you even watched it lately? It’s a little bit of running, a flag thrown down, a long commercial break, back to the refs walking around, some verbal exchanges and another commercial break. Rinse, lather, repeat.

My son was always super tall for his age. He’s just a hair under 6-feet at his present 17, but he towered over everyone since he was in daycare. He played a lot of soccer. Years of it actually, and was able to make his team via tryouts in middle school. He has run track, he has played club basketball, and is a very good baseball player. I can’t tell you how many times men would watch him move as a 6, 7, 8, and 9-year-old on the field for practice and tell me that he’s a full back. 

He played one season of flag in 2013. He didn’t like it very much, and the ONLY reason he played that was because our rec center didn’t have soccer that particular spring and he is a nightmare when he isn’t playing sports. I knew about the Parkinson’s link, found it boring, and have some friends with ruined knees, so he wasn’t really allowed to play it. When the bulk of the pandemic lifted in his sophomore year, many of his friends from middle school were playing it as now high school students, and he told me that he wanted to. Given the massive weight gain that has not subsided even now, I cheered him on to do so. He didn’t try out for the team.

I love watching soccer and basketball. When I went to a couple of rugby games, I really liked it too. I can’t even stand the noises that football practice emits. It sounds like plastic breaking. I’m writing this entry today because I think that the rules need to be overhauled or the sport shouldn’t be allowed for men under 25. Know your risks and have a fully operational prefrontal cortex before you chose something dangerous to play.

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Sad Str8 Women

Back when I was with the CEO, we’d been at a house party at one of Brooklyn’s friends. Her best friend from that time of her life was crying off and on because her husband had a heart attack and was in rehab for the 4th time. It was right after this time that he lost all of his restaurant chains and they divorced. The CEO told me, “If I was single, I would give her a mercy ____ .” She was generally such a treat to date!

I think of this experience given my adventures last night. Before our game, I put back on the same dome, painted my face thicker, and added a tail. We were all dinosaurs at kickball last night. We played well. I really want to play with these folks again, and have more phone numbers now. I went to the bar and didn’t have to suffer through Flip Cup, because I always walk back home from the field, let my dogs out, and put on jeans, which makes me late to the bar the nights that I go. I was talking with two of our teammates and they’d brought one of their sisters who they said that think is getting divorced, so when the Nurse asked me to take a pickle shot with her, I introduced myself to the sister and bought three shots.

Then, because I’m trained as a psychologist, she began telling me about her relationship. It was very similar to the experience that I had 12-years-ago. Her husband is off fentanyl and pain pills and taking something that you can buy and taking lots of it. I told her that she had to take care of herself and nurture herself. I added people who are addicted are not who you fell in love with, and he’d been in rehab twice, but now is using this substance–I would know the name if I heard it–all the time and it is obvious when he’s on it. She told me when he’s using that he says verbally abusive things to her.

After awhile she hugged me. Later she said that she loved me. She’s 36 and clinging to any warm body. And I don’t have the same philosophy as the CEO.

I left with the Nurse, and two other teammates. We got a free wrist band at the bar where Flip Cup is held. When we got there it was a drag show at the venue, which I don’t particularly enjoy. I asked my teammate if we could go back to her car, and we did. Before then, the Nurse told me that the sister was into me. Super yikes.

I walked to the local walk-up burger joint that we have, ate what I always order on the walk back to my car, and came home. I did, before I hung out around a pickle shot, take a picture with one of the opposing teammates. He was in a Batman costume and before we took our picture he asked, “Oh wait, would you like me to put on my mask?” Of course. I sent it to the Climber and captioned it, “Oh, yes.”

Deportes
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I owe you nothing

I met with the Attorney for the Post Decree Consultation today and found out that the main problem with our divorce paperwork was that she didn’t disclose her condo which she retained. I actually didn’t write in the maintenance that I paid her 11-months either, so she’s paid off and nothing is owed to her. What you say doesn’t matter, and it’s what is written that is what you have to abide by. I don’t ever have to pay her anything and he advised me to not write to her again. I don’t need to and don’t desire any contact with her. She’s volatile and unpredictable. I think that I set up my Gmail label correctly too, so I won’t ever see anything from her. We haven’t exchanged text messages in 15-months, and so I deleted everything that we’d ever texted to each other awhile back. I don’t need to block her. It’s done.

I’m moving forward with my life and feel like the darkness is clearing. I went to my son’s work today and he wasn’t there. He can’t have dinner with me on Saturday night because he’s going to the Taylor Swift movie thing with his gf and family, so I’m going to go to see him at work this weekend. I want to see him once a week. I don’t want to ever live with him (or anyone else) again, but want to be a constant in his life.

I met with the landscaper again today. He is going to run one more water line and install three sprinkler heads and then I can have a nice small grass patch for my dogs. Watering it by hand has proven way too time consuming and sometimes I’m not at home, so it’s impossible. His company can also do concrete and he has no problem just patching the strip that was damaged by the previous neighbor’s leaky sprinkler system and the triangle area damaged by my evaporative cooler that is now dead. He’s cool and trustworthy.

I only work 5-7 until Tuesday, so I’m finally going to get some of the stuff that has piled up on me done. I have kickball tonight after I’m done with work and am going to go to the bar afterward. I didn’t go last week and our team manager wanted me to, but I told her that I just needed to stay home and be with my pets. I like to socialize a little bit when I’m not at work. I’m playing pickleball tomorrow morning and seeing Brooklyn on Sunday. Monday is carpet cleaners–they’re also doing some of the furniture too–the piano movers, and likely the remaining irrigation. Life is motoring along.

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Pins, Young Ladies and Facing the Music

I have taken off my homemade splint. The top pinky joint was broken, and the second joint dislocated. It’s going to take some time. I am using a hand strengthening ball at work when I’m talking to clients. I bowled without it, and in my third and final game I got my new approach down and bowled 152. I’ll take it. My other games were bad though so my average was only 115. We have made a small spare dance and also a bowing with crossed arms for strikes. It’s a hoot.

I have a gay bf. His name is Owen. We love each other. We talked again last night. He makes mannequins and is tall, gentle and sweet. He moves to OH with his soon-to-be-husband soon. The ladies on the lane next to us were cute and I think in their 20s. We’ll play them soon. Super fun.

I’m snowshoeing with my lady doctorate peeps. I have to face the medical school director and the neuroscientist on Saturday. It’s all good. Calm and cool. Time to shower and bike to work!

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