…Now with Curie and Elia
Elia collage soon, here is Elia in her jumping outfit for Curie’s birthday at the trampoline park. Oh and some movie that copied her. Note, this may not be her or Curie’s Halloween costume, though Elia asked to have her hair put up like that for school one day.
Taking time to enjoy life matters.
Clockwise from top left, Elia copying Curie’s pose, holding on Mommy and Daddy’s head, too much chocolate ice cream yelling “‘prise!”at the mall, and her sun glasses that we won at Flight months ago that she is proud of.
I just spent the last hour walking the halls of a sleeping house holding Elia and singing her to sleep. Life is very, very, good.
Though that last picture looks like the pose of an 80’s band singing a rock ballad.
So in 1997, George and I were driving in LA looking for a Thai Restaurant when we overshot and turned into a shady side street to turn around. We saw this girl in a car and both had a chilling feeling that something wasn’t right. What came of it was a sudden fiction/essay called Idealism 101, and later a song I wrote in 2001 when learning to play guitar and later recorded it in 2015 while fooling around with Garage Band on the iPad. Terrible vocals, but a fun day of poking around Garage Band.
Music is one of those things I wish I could do, but can’t. I never learned to read music, taught myself to play a bit on the piano and can pick a little on the guitar, but it is not a strength of mine, but I thought it would be good to stretch a little and express myself a little differently. One day I would like to do more.
Click here to read the story, see the, lyrics, or listen to the rough track.
So I play a little racquetball with David and generally my lack of fitness hampers my once capable skills of my youth – my brain doesn’t know that I’ve put on thirty pounds, but recently I haven’t been able to make shots that I should have and a look at my racquet may have the answer.
They say you should restring your racquet as many times a year as the number of times you play a week which is one time for me. I usually wait until a string breaks. But strings get hard, and apparently frayed; and taking a look at my racquet, my theory of action is that in ADDITION to my lack of fitness, I haven’t been taking care of my racquet.
I restrung at Racquetworld with 18g string (I usually use 17g, and normal is 16g) which is thinner, more responsive, but more prone to breaking. My fitness is just as bad, but perhaps on the court today, the racquet will work like it is supposed to.