Archive for December, 2017

When Nobody Was Watching

29 December, 2017

Carli Lloyd’s “When Nobody Was Watching: My Hard-Fought Journey to the Top of the Soccer World

Hey Sportsfan, a quick and fun read.

One thing Ms Lloyd writes about, (and Tamika Catchings did too) is how dads sometimes try to keep coaching, even after the kid has surpassed them. (I wonder if Dell Curry still tries to give Steph Curry advice?)

Uh…advice… train harder. Even when you’ve been told you can’t make it at the next level.


Being Mortal

26 December, 2017

We assign Being Mortal – Atul Gawande to the med students. I figured I might as well give it a read. It’s a quick read, it’s an easy read, it’s a difficult topic, but one we as a society should think more about.

At first, really didn’t like looking to my future, where my body breaks down.
But, gave me a few things to think about:

  1. If time becomes short, what is most important to you?
  2. How much are you willing to go through to have a shot at being alive?
  3. What level of being alive is tolerable to you?
  4. What are my biggest fears & concerns?
  5. What goals are most important?
  6. What tradeoffs am I willing to make?
  7. What tradeoffs am I not willing to make?

Things I should think aboot while I’m healthy.

And, a conversation to have with the childrens, so that later in life, they don’t have to worry, “did we give up too soon, or did we prolong the suffering too long”, because they’ll have my thoughts on the matter.

There’s a philosophy in elderly care, to take a step back from “keep the patient alive at all costs” to let them enjoy their last days.

(Although, knowing my luck, I’ll be hit by a bus, because I’m being chased by a tiger.)




xmas eve 2017

24 December, 2017

Went to church this morning.

Went ice-skating to celebrate a friends b-day.

Me, MsS and MrC did last minute Xmas shopping.

Went to church again, (because the candle lit “Silent Night” really needs to be done at night.)

Snow. Bailed on plans to spend the Eve with friends. Took a slow and slippery drive home. The childrens were a bit nervous.

The childrens were hyper.

MrC told me to go to bed right away.


3 December, 2017

yesterday… after a bit of weeping and gnashing of teeth, MrC and I spent the day working on his room. After the weeping and gnashing, all went pretty good and we had some good times. We delivered a ThomasTheTrain set, that we as a family had years of fun using, to MrC’s BFF’s little sister. Hope she likes it. And more likely than not, MrC will play with the trains more, now that it’s at his BFFs house.

Got a package of GROO comics that my brother pilfered from me thirty years ago.

Last night… I love the zen of my family for Christmas tree shopping. Or maybe it is faith. Or maybe it’s we realize Charlie Brown’s tree was awesome because of love, and we have love, so whatever tree we pick will be great. MrC REALLY wanted to decorate last night. But it was soaked.

This morning, we were tired and skipped church. So we decorated the Christmas tree. MrC then decorated his room. (We had to coax the ten year olds to join us, “just hang ten ornaments on the tree please.)

Today, MsS had GirlScouts, MrC went to his BFF, MrG had a soccer game.

Tonight, whilst MyBetterHalf had bookclub, me and the childrens had a snowball fight in MrC room. Teams of two. One team on the bunkbed, the other on the floor. Mostly hiding behind pillows, no charging into no-man’s-land. MsS got me twice. No fair, she smiled at me, and was so cute, I smiled, then she pegged me in the chest. The other time, only my foot was out of cover.

After that, I left to read, and the three of them kept having rambunctious fun. Loud singing. Dancing. Stuff crashing. Laughing.  Times like this make me happy that I said “no more electronics tonight” and then was strong during the weeping and gnashing of teeth.



Out of Nowhere

2 December, 2017

Out of Nowhere by Maria Padian

I must have liked it, because when I got to the half-way point, I kept reading until I finished it at 2AM.  There were some great descriptions of soccer games.

Tori Amos

1 December, 2017

I am thankful to my roommate of the long-long ago who introduced me to Tori Amos.

Around that time Ms Amos had a piano version of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” on the radio…and I thought it was bad. And would pro’lly have written Ms Amos off.

But, you live with someone, you share radio / CD player in the dishroom for 40 hours a week…  I learned that Tori Amos is great.