Like Tracy over at The Piano Has Been Drinking, I sometimes really want to blog and have absolutely nothing to say. While it’s more of an issue of nothing interesting is happening to me! for her, it’s sometimes more of a too many things are happening too often! for me, and I haven’t made a practice of going too intimately into my life in this thing. On this occassion, though, I’ll make an exception, because I’m absolutely miserable right now.
Tania and the kids are away for two weeks visiting her mother in British Columbia. I didn’t want to go because I only have two weeks of vacation left, and I’d like to save some time for later in the year. As it turns out, I should have gone for at least a week, because I’m bloody lonely. You don’t realize how much time you spend with people until they aren’t around anymore, and it’s really made me unproductive. I’ve ignored friends a few times and just sat like a lump watching nothing on the TV, and I think I’ve sunk into a very real depression. I’m not the kind of person who gets depressed; I’m sort of a big, dopey-lookin’ happy guy who enjoys relaxing and having some easy fun as often as human possible. It’s a little alarming, let me tell you, and I’m actually scratching my head over it and still trying to shake it off. It’s kind of funny to me, if that makes any sense. Anyways, not to worry – I’ll get over it, and this post is more of a Isn’t that weird? than Oh, woe is me! I mean, it’s not like I’ll cry myself to sleep with a stuffed animal in my arms tonight or anything. And I won’t tell Tania until she’s back, because I don’t want to ruin her good time.
On a lighter note, I had the greatest golf game of my life on Sunday, and there’s a story behind it. Amir, Kevin, and Dennis – the three guys I play golf with regularly – decided to commission an actual trophy to play for every week. As we’ve all lived on a street called Valleywoods in Toronto at one point or another or at least spent time on it, we decided to call it the Valleywoods Cup. I went to a trophy store, and bought a 16″ high metal cup with a golfer on it… for $93. Yes. Well. Anyhow, the deal is that when you win it you get to personalize it in any way you see fit, and you get to pick the game for the next week. This inaugural week, we elected to award it to the guy who improved his score the most from the week previous… and that was me! Having hit a 100 the week before, I bettered my score by 10 by finally hitting a 90 this week, which is something I never have done before. I personalized it by getting two stickers and sticking a 90 on it. I’m the king. Amir took pictures of us at the course [after officially presenting it to me by saying, "Well, here you go, fuckface!"], so I’ll post them when I get them.
Also on an upside, Silver Toad has checked in and is doing much better than before. He still promises to send me photos of his horrible stones. He passed another, so that sucks, but at least no one’s trying to send his testicles skyward into his abdomen with a swift kick.
- BC
EDIT: I’m wearing that blue winter coat I bought a few years ago in that picture. WHERE THE HELL IS THAT COAT?!? I loved that coat!
