Sheep, tomatoes, lamb, wine, volleyball, nephews, brothers, old couples, new couples, religion, fruit, chickens, eggs, ice cream, kumbocha, bonney lake, chance (not chase) jewelry store, chipper's, etc.
I was invited to NewBusguy's family home for his birthday. All these things happened. It was lovely and heartbreaking, like all family events are. So many odd memories, so many similar paths, and yet soooo, very different.
Humans freak me the fuck out.
Saturday, August 03, 2013
Thursday, August 01, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
sounds of summer
bottled bing cherry kombucha tonight. i think it's my favorite so far....it's also almost time for footy. It's still a bit early yet, but late into the transfer season, and it looks as if it will be the Bi-Polar-ist of all bipolars this year for my Gunners. We might sign a bitey (but gifted on the pitch) Uruguayan, we might sign a guy with new hair, we might sign a french dude (oh, wait, we did that; we might sign multiple french dudes) we might just wait for the baby Jesus (Jack) to get back to regular training.
Who the hell knows?
What is interesting to me, ultimately, and as usual, is the journey. I am now five years into following the Arsenal. Not much for those who were born into it (Like the folk @tuesdayclub or @footballramble) but I was reminded by my sensi (if you will) in an email, of those golden moments spent at the hot dog cart as he regaled me with tales of the Gunners, and of not watching the matches until he got home; of the personalities, of the history. Then we started going to watch matches together, and commiserating after. So many long talks in 2010, watching my first entire World Cup as a Gunner. Watching matches all over SF with Tommy, watching them online, all the time. It's been a rough year, this last one, post-RVP, but here's hoping we come of age this year. That Theo fullfils his promise. That Ramsey kills all the Giant Orcs (from Stoke), that Jack becomes the King we hope for. That Louis scores a shit ton before he lops someone's head off and drinks the blood. Let's hope.
Who the hell knows?
What is interesting to me, ultimately, and as usual, is the journey. I am now five years into following the Arsenal. Not much for those who were born into it (Like the folk @tuesdayclub or @footballramble) but I was reminded by my sensi (if you will) in an email, of those golden moments spent at the hot dog cart as he regaled me with tales of the Gunners, and of not watching the matches until he got home; of the personalities, of the history. Then we started going to watch matches together, and commiserating after. So many long talks in 2010, watching my first entire World Cup as a Gunner. Watching matches all over SF with Tommy, watching them online, all the time. It's been a rough year, this last one, post-RVP, but here's hoping we come of age this year. That Theo fullfils his promise. That Ramsey kills all the Giant Orcs (from Stoke), that Jack becomes the King we hope for. That Louis scores a shit ton before he lops someone's head off and drinks the blood. Let's hope.
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