Old Fashioned Rioja Gran ‘10

The unborn baby kicks into the back here at 1 King West as you wait for the grand old qualifier tomorrow.  Memories of this downtown, added to today in so many ways.  

What a thing, these movements.  10 in 2 hours an easy bar at this stage.  Remember the patience needed for the La Senza shopping.  Remember the restrictions, the skating in the sun, the waiting in vain in the line at Score?  Maybe, maybe not?  

These are (still) days of youth.  Before the sleep deprivation everyone emphasizes.  But what if the lying awake before a big match or case?  The dryness of the mouth, the anticipation of the unknown.

I don’t know.  I suppose it becomes more miraculous, when this being emerges in full form and does things.  But now, with so much possibility and intrigue, mirth and extravagant opportunity, everywhich thing… just a….

Go do the wordl (remember?). Then try and sleep.  The voice will be full tomorrow. Last I felt like this might have been back in May 2017.   Would take the same 2-1 result to the good guys tomorrow.

Halles

 Blues

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And yet

Magic

Aye

Duncan

Gray

Swings and Misses

Three other offers “significantly more attractive” and thus the Spray deal dream is dead.  Some consolation in the money saved, but frustration that the process moves on with no end in sight.  Maybe we wait another season, but to what end?  Much to still consider.

Eventful day nonetheless, the ultrasound sighting confirmed, the son checking out well on the ultrasound, and with a perfect whooshing heartbeat today.  More blood to be taken to test the battle of the iron, but all seems in order so there is that to delight in.

And the likelihood of a lost PR card to despair in.  Of all the things to lose, seems extraordinary, but there you are.  Nothing to do but breathe deeply and try to forget the stresses of the situation.  As we wait on the other side of town for the hours long hair appointment on top of it all.  In this mad wind and rain storm. Imagine.

Deep breaths and patience, my son.  These are the watch words.  Imagine doing interviews, 20 years on from the dropping of the resume with Awad and the first summer in the Curvesurfer’s office, all the early drunken shenanigans and yet still you remain.  Who would have imagined?  A son just shy of the 43rd birthday.  The one and only, most like.  Emerge perfectly my boy, and we’ll do our very best to give you the chance to brighten this crazy orb.  

Life in Rose

Offer is in.  Momentous and memorable life moment, or minor bump in a much longer road?  Strange feeling, once again matters out of hand after the work has been done as best as can be managed.  Thoughtful and thus prepared for all eventualities.  

Passing the time with a stroll down to the meditation rock where quality time was spent reflecting on the shape of things to come, now standing awkwardly among the bras as my wife shops for some comfortable new ones given the weekly growth.  Fun to stare these pyjamas in the face, that advise simply: “Follow your dreams, they know the way.”  Heh.  Signs and portents in the strangest places.

Tomorrow thus a big day on many fronts.  Students forgive me if I am slightly distracted in answering the same questions repeatedly, whose focus might have ruled me out of the running back in 2002 when this all began.  What a life line, from 20 years ago until now, full of the unexpected and remarkable and awe-inspiring and miraculous. 

As is always think, I would not change it.  And as we always say, looking forward to seeing what happens next…

Million Dollar Views?

Might have found the place for the next 25 years, if you can win the bid and actually afford this leap.  How much to go over-asking seems the real choice, the desire to "just win, baby" hitting up against the idea of being house poor for the first time ever.  But what a house to be poor in, and over time no doubt it will prove its worth.  We shall see what we shall see.  Looking out at parking lots and apartment buildings downtown, as well as the other subpar opportunities on offer in this market, have me convinced... "Now is the time..."  And so we shall turn to the advice offered by the Tantallon SDA and the verse from the wedding invitation and push send on Sunday.

Monday shaping up to be a big day.  24 weeks and at last time to see if I can read an ultrasound.  Then to see if the house in the photo from 2011 at Shining Waters was always destined to be yours...

PS. A small thing, but...  print and frame it.  

PPS. Magic numbers, have decided that the 137 has it, and universal forces shall decide the course of the next events.  It is all you can do.

The Spray

Will it be the million dollar dream home?  A week to find out.  Amidst the thinning hair, the increased need to focus seriously on work, the next Rittenberg appointment to confirm AA.  It seems ideal with that bar in the basement and the fresh ocean air, it’s seriously frustrating to know the bidding war is likely to get you.  But.  We shall see.  The means are there.  If this is the one for the next 20 big man, and I think it looks it, then work the magic once more…

Welcome, Welcome

The brand new year, and didn't its air smell and feel fresh indeed on the Lunenburg coastline.  

Slow start, especially amid the lingering virus.  But the goal to follow the Stewart Sonnet readings has at least begun.  Never realized the procreation nature of the first 17.  Quite enjoyed #2 tonight, and the idea of the coming child shall "sum my count and make my old excuse."  See the blood run warm when it feels cold.  That is the idea, and how long it took to see it a whole other story.

To that end, the writing needs to begin with purpose.  Shun the social scrolling and fixate on ideas and words of your own.  The power therein lies, at least for the next two spans of days.   Heh.  C'mon Rothfuss, wherefore is that third book?