Life needs change.

CHANGE #20060626

Went to a Jazzfest concert on Friday and oh my was it ever good! Molly Johnson is totally totally awesome. Her band was well-polished, everything was perfect and despite joking around with her usual banter it was professionally done. Her pianist's voice harmonized SO well with hers and the person playing the wind instruments... tenor & sporano sax, clarinet, flute... yeah... wow. The opening act was the Robbi Botos Trio. He's an awesome composer, arranger and pianist. Anyhow, Mel and I went to see her the last time she performed at the Jazzfest 3 years ago.Hahaha. Oh the things I remember from then. I went to go see one of my friends who was living at Jarvis and Gerrard in the top floor. It was a typical boys place. Questionable bathroom, dishes in the sink, reeking of weed and stale cigarette smoke. Yumm... but his room was clean else I'd NEVER come by. Anyhoo, that was my last year at Yew uv Tee and the summer I lost Michael. Nobody knows how it happened and even now I don't, but at the time there was the rumour of meningitis. So I was a little freaked out because I had seen him about a week before it happened. Turns out my boy was just sick... hhahahaha... o yeah, they used a pool cue to change the channels on the telly. Anyhow, we went for din-din at Lantern (sadly it's gone now) and den went to go meet Mel. He went with me on his blades and was lazy and hung onto my shoulders as I walked. And den after the concert Mel and I saw another old friend back home. Was strange... funny how things turn out since I was texting one of 'em that evening and saw the other one Sat afternoon.

Which brings me to the blasted Island races. I was ok with the idea because I had forgotten about Welland races the week before. BLEH! Had to get to the ferry docks at the 'ass crack of dawn' 6:45. GAH! The flipside was that we were done by 11:20am. So I took an 11:45 ferry back. Twas naice! I had a bench to myself! Didn't even have to line up! So I called my boy to see if he was busy since I haven't seen his cat in a long time. She's grown muches. She's almost a year old, and still cute and fun to play with. I love playing with her cuz she never gets bored. Anyhow, he originally told me he couldn't drive me home... and guess who got a ride home from downtown ;P. And I didn't even have to manipulate him... he offered. So now I'm a 'timeburglar'. I like that, it has a naice ring to it! =)

Onwards to Sunday. What an exhausting day. Sue and Edie came. Then the 3 of us and Alan tried to feed the duckies and kept quacking at them hoping to lure one closer. din't work... but it was fun... 'quack quack!'
I think in Welland the first 500m race we did was one of the first and rare times that everything clicked. I finally felt like I was a useful paddler in the boat. I know it sounds terrible... but well... yeah I felt 'IT' and I've been searching for that feeling since I've joined a few years back. I think it had a lot to with my lack of confidence simply because I'm so small. Well, I've come to accept the fact that unless I become terribly rich, I won't be able to bulk up as much as I or Bob would like. So I've accepted and now am working with my limitations. I'm no longer afraid to push myself harder because of my gimpiness because it doesn't hurt as badly as it did before and I feel a lot stronger.
Anyhow, our first heat didn't go so well. The finals... FEKK I hate all the pauses and the drama it entails! You know when you really, really, really want something? It was totally one of those moments. But at the end of it I was coughing and choking and couldn't breathe. And I sorta tweaked my neck. Such a terrible, terrible feeling. I don't think I've ever felt so shitty after a race. It was a good one, I gave it my all... but the consequences to my lungs... unbelievable. Maybe I swallowed pollen??? I dunno. But well... yeah. It hurt like mad... and my eyes wouldn't stop watering.
In conclusion? I'm sticking with this team as long as they'll have me. I've figured 'IT' out and it's great that things are making more sense to me now. I know I have a long way to go, but the journey has begun to make sense to me and I love it.
Wanted to call in today to say I'd be a few hours late, but I schlepped it and went in cranky and tired. Totally irritated with work today. Some patients know I'm on the way out... and well I'll miss some of 'em... oooooooooh! Greatest compliment! One of the patients asked me if I did weights cuz my arms were cut. Bless your heart Andrew.
Has anybody noticed that the ads around your google page relate to the contents in what you write? Isn't that kinda creepy?

 

 

 

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