Rested
I forgot to mention (or maybe I forgot I wrote about) the basketball game we had going a couple of days ago. It was a lot of fun. Participants included me, Steve, John, Matt, Tommy, and Richard. Playing basketball in the summertime sure brings back memories. We’ve been playing every summer for four years straight. Back when we started I was a complete basketball novice - I credit basketball and fall football over there at Steve’s with helping me discover that I actually can handle sports. Tons of good memories of just plain fun competition, and relatively few serious injuries. Also, we took a picture of all of us at basketball - I plan to take that one to college; one needs to have some concrete memories of the summer. That is partly why I keep this log. Life is full of so many good times that it is good to be able to remember what actually happened. Regardless, my broken toe seems good enough to play basketball, and that’s great news.
Next up in my subjects of discussion is girl’s demands. Now, girls don’t necessarily demand that guys have perfect physiques, but they do ask that we keep ourselves in decent shape. Keeping that in mind, and realizing the intense cardiovascular and weight loss benefits of running and other activities that involve shoes; why do they make fun of us for having white feet? Does this look like Hawaii? Do I look like a surfer? No, no. One of life’s little frusterations.
Finally, I need to document this certain point in my life when I have slept in over 30 days in a row before now, and will have the opportunity to sleep in over 30 days in a row after now. Just think about that, between work next summer, college, and the rest of my life, I am decades away from a time when I will be able to say that I have slept in over 1 month before a day, and will be able to sleep in one month after a day. Sad, but true.