Monday Shank-Less

I am shank-less today. I know, shocking. But in all seriousness, I had a pretty rockin’ weekend that was void of anything shankable. And I’ve pretty much forgotten last week…so there’s that…

I am feeling melancholy about summer being gone. I am actually wearing a sweater today. I KNOW, RIGHT? A fucking sweater in October. Truthfully, I should have been wearing them a few weeks ago since I do live in the great northwest, but I like to delay the inevitable as long as humanly possible. It’s sort of unavoidable now; it’s raining and the temperature is back to single digits. I may even need to turn the furnace back on. In fact, I probably should have done that already.

While the weather plays a major roll in the fall-blues for me, the other more important factor that depresses me is the end of the softball season. We may all whine and moan all season long that our lives are encompassed by it, that we have no free time, our bodies scream and ache in protest, and we can’t seem to find the time to do household chores, but when it’s over and the leaves are starting to fall from the trees…the whining and moaning takes on a whole new level. Now, we have TOO much free time, our bodies want MORE exercise, and our homes are spotless (ok, not mine, but you get the point.)

I still have my ball gear in the back of the SUV. Probably because I am just waiting for one more chance to play, but also because I just like the way it looks back there.

I’ll do my best to avoid any more talk of the blank spot I have in my life right now. I mean, it DOES end in March. That’s not THAT far away, right? I just have Thanksgiving and Christmas to look forward to, and maybe even New Years. Although, that day is usually another horrifying reminder that my birthday is 9 months away. There is no escaping the change in numerical value to the year… just serves as an example that there is no getting any younger.

I should just invent a time machine.