Golf Poem - Anon

In my hand I hold a ball,
White and dimpled and rather small.
Oh how bland it does appear,
This harmless looking little sphere.
By it's size I could not guess,
Of the Awesome strength it does possess.
But since I fell beneath it's spell,
I've wandered through the fires of Hell.
My life has not been quite the same,
Since I chose to play this stupid game.
It rules my mind for hours on end,
A fortune it has made me spend.
It has made me curse
And made me cry,
And hate myself and want to die.
It promises me a thing called par
If I hit it straight and far.
To master such a tiny ball,
Should not be very hard at all.
But my desires the ball refuses
And does exactly as it chooses.
It hoooks an dslices, dribbles and dies
And disappears before my eyes.
Often it will have a whim
To hit a tree or take a swim.
With miles of hgrass on which to land
It finds a tiny patch of sand.
Then has me offering up my soul
If only it would find the hole.
It's made me whimper like a pup
And swear that I will give it up.
And to take to drink to ease my sorrow.
But the ball knows
I'll be back tomorrow

It's raining, it's pouring.
The old man is snoring...

And maybe I should be too...

My one week vacation has hit it's mid-point and the weather and my health are not cooperating. It's an absolutely dreary day out there bone that promises a steady, all day, non-stop (redundant much?) rain.

Still in Haileybury which is a beautiful little town really. But might head home today. I can read here, or I can do the same in the comfort of my own place. It might be good for me as I haven't spent much time there anyhow.

My lungs are full of crap and I've been feverish on and off since the start of this little road trip. Maybe my body is telling me I should have just stayed home? Regardless I wish it would just make its point and move on because frankly I'm a wee bit tired of feeling like crap! Not that it's stopped me. I do believe I've still participated fully in everything. That's what I do after all

Right now though I am going to participate fully in my book and bed.

Flawed Relationships

Is every relationship flawed? 

Think about it.  They all start with an impression that leads to an expectation.  As much as that impression my be truthful, is it ever whole if it is based on creating that good impression?

Are you really, truly you when that connection is made in the early stages?

And if you aren't, and there is that connection, do you maintain that impression or risk the real you?

At what point do you pass that point of no return?

And if you choose to pass it can you ever go back?  If you don't is it a lie, or just growth?  Or perhap who you've become?

And when faced with that choice what will you do?

Summer of....Life

I refuse to believe that summer is nearing an end.  I'm not ready to go beyond what has likely been one of the best summers ever!  At least in recent memory.  Can't I hold on just a little longer?  Extend the inevitable indefinitely?

Sure, it's only mid-August but commercials tout back to school and stores everywhere display Halloween paraphenalia and worse - winter wear!  The bright palette of summer has been replaced by the earthy colours of fall and the blacks and greys of winter.

The days grow shorter.  The suns rays not so bright and warm.  There is a briskness to the breeze that bears cooler evenings.  People are layered.  The sand cold on my feet.

One can only hope for an Indian summer that lasts through November....

Making Love Work

A few excerpts that resonated from this article:

http://www.ottawacitizen.com/life/make+love+work/3345608/story.html

When it won't work...
"They teach you false lessons about yourself and make you feel inadequate in areas where you really weren't."
"A person who doesn't like the way you naturally are is the perfect person to make you feel bad about yourself."

When it will work...
"The best thing is to be in the presence of soemone who celebrates and admires you."

To keep it working:
"Allow the other person to disagree with you remembering that it's not a personal attack."

Ah, the stuff that resonates for whatever reason....

Do what you do

Ever wonder why you do the things you do?
Say the things you say?
Act how you act?
Feel how you feel?

Is it with purpose?
Or passion?
Or just reaction?

Had dinner with a couple old friends tonight. Ok not old but definitely long term. Those you never grow apart from regardless of how long you've been apart. Each time you get together its like you've never missed a beat. You just pick up where you left off. The feeling is mutual and it's one of those comforts. Like going home to a place you can really call home.

It's been an interesting night of stories and reflection. No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors. And when it does come out even then it's with guardianship.

Even the closest of friends keep things close.

Tomorrow's Tomorrow's Friday!

I love that saying!  So many people, so confused!

Hump day of a short week already.  Was supposed to play volleyball last night but we got rained out.  We did however still participate in pre and post game beers and everything in between!  Great times!  However, doesn't make for the most productive of Wednesdays!

Working on a problem I can't figure out, in a technology I'm not a fan of (likely because I can't figure it out...).  Procrastination it is!

Think I slightly pulled a quad - the outer one - or a hip flexor, or something in between.  I'm going to blame baseball! ;)  Was probably a good thing vball was cancelled last night as I could use the rest for ball on Thurdsay and a crazy vball weekend at Tremblant coming up.

Cheers to a good time!!