Thursday

I hope you didn't think, even for a moment, that summer was over. No sir! And Thursday reaffirmed that. It reminded us all that it's still alive and well. Given that Wednesday was so September like, Thursday sort of snuck up on us. It ended up being a typical late August day. The skies were clear, the temps warm, and the humidity soared. By early evening, we were back to what we've come to depend on this summer - steam bath conditions! I wanted to drive my Z3 to work today, but Thursday's are golf league days, so that put a slight crimp in that idea. Realistically, however, I still could've and should've. Hell, I live directly across the street from the golf course. I could have easily drove home to change cars and pick-up my clubs on the way to golf league. That's not my nature though. It's a quirk in my personality. I do not like to add or throw diversions into my day such as the one described. Just like I can't do anything "big" in my day until I have my run under my belt. It's as if there isn't room in my cerebral cortex to think, process, or store that information. Perhaps this kind of thinking will prevent me from experiencing some spontaneous pleasure, but more often than not it is what keeps me on track towards accomplishing personal goals. It's like I can hear what you're saying, but I am vfocused on nothing but this particular end result right now. I am zeroed in! Not gonna do it! Some call it bull headedness, a few more call it being focused, while the rest call it insanity! What about you - do any of you do anything similar? Misery loves company! Work was work... My lunch time run was very nice. Maybe here soon I'll write about all the cool things that I've found over the years while on my daily run (money, jewelry, peace, love). As mentioned above, today was a golf day. That means leaving work a couple hours early. I don't care who you are, that'll always energize me! By design, I hadn't golfed for the last few weeks. I had a scheduled bye last week, and because of vacation, I asked for a sub the two prior weeks. One thing I know about myself is that if my golf game goes is the dumper, I need to walk away from the game for a while. Going out and playing & practicing more does not work. It usually makes matters worse. This week proved to be no exception to the "Jim" rule. While I had a little rust on my game, I shot a 43 on the back nine which without question is the more difficult nine. I nearly chipped in for eagled on hole 11 and pared 5 of the 9 holes. The biggest improvement was with my second shots, though. That's key to my game. When I can hit my irons fairly straight, I am golden. Wahoo!!! I feel the need to tell you this, too. I don't take golf too seriously. Those that should play golf for a living. The rest of us are doing it for recreation and should treat it as such. Too often I hear guys belittling themselves, throwing or breaking their clubs, or swearing like a sailor. I love myself and my stuff too much to do that. Golf is a diversion and a game. It's not a measure of manhood! Nevertheless, like anyone, if I have a good hole or a good round, I feel good about myself. But enough about golf. Once I was home for the evening, I had to tend to my normal routine stuff (Sparky, next day prep, mail, etc). Nothing too exciting. I did a load of whites (laundry) while practicing some guitar and PCing. I was tired from the long active day, so I went to bed kinda early - about 10PM. Once in bed, however, I couldn't fall asleep, which is quite out of the ordinary for me. Usually I can lay down, close my eyes, and presto - I am out! Rather than fight it, I turned on the telly and tuned to the National Geographic channel. They were repeating a show on dangerous, horrific professions. It was good but I couldn't stand to watch it again, so I tuned to NFX - Fox's entertainment outlet. There I stumbled upon a really crazy, zainy show called, "Starvin". Man, was it weird. Funny, but weird. It seems to be built around an eating disorder theme, but has the look and feel of "Best in the Show". Lots of provocative situations and social banter, sprinkled with "shared inner-dialogue", you know the type of dialogue I am talking about, when only you, the viewer, is suppose to know what the character's thinking or saying, not the other characters. Remember how I mentioned how poor I am at describing books? Well, that goes for TV shows too!! :) Somewhere along the line, I fell asleep. Good night...