It was soccer tonight. Manon's team lost 3-2, but a happier loss I don't think I've ever seen those kids suffer. I love kids. I'm assisting. I don't have enough ram to keep straight what what kids are coming off and going on, but I like to think I make up for it in enthusiasm. Adults are so cool, or so they think. I'm a terminal juvenile and happy to hang with the crowd that remains sensitive to hypocrisy, denial and thin social veneers of diplomacy. I prefer my beer bitter.
The wind was screaming out of the south with big plumbs of smoke to the south west. I don't know for sure, but after living here for nearly 20 years, it seems the Ukrainian stock here loves to set fire to the land in the spring. It's dry here and one of the fires close by covered 3800 square kilometers. You'd think they'd want to preserve the thin top soil by leaving the organic matter in place, but no. Big raging bush fires are common. Tuesday night every piece of municipal and reserve fire equipment was out with lights a blazing a mile west of us. Some days I'm baffled as to how we've come this far as a species. Soccer takes all those blues away. < g > We won the toss and took the wind in the face for the first half. Manon was attracting comments for her work as keeper. She had a couple of big saves that served to demonstrate her commitment to the game. She can lean into things when motivated. She's also learnt to kick a ball. It's a beautiful parent moment. < g >
I ran three times this week and it's only Thursday! I see a specialist about my foot tomorrow and I'm looking forward to some feed back and instruction. Two of the three runs were completed with good rounds of stretching and strength work. I'm not getting much lighter yet, but that will come. It's so good to be out running again. I've had a couple of nagging injuries from the run across the lake. I've had a lot of feedback from people that don't run suggesting I take up something less demanding, but all I feel like doing is slapping them and suggesting they take on something more ambitious that sitting on the couch! It's a small injury, but is lingering. It's likely that I've irritated some of the fascia on the side of my left foot, but tomorrow we'll get the details hopefully. I think it's on the mend anyway as it's not getting very irritated by my running. My conditioning is down, that's for sure, but I'm in no rush. I'm in for the long haul.
I wish I could be there for Dad through his recovery. He'd hate me for it of course, but what an opportunity to experiment! :D I hope he gets a rush of life back as his oxygen supply is restored. I would really enjoy being his coach. Mum's a walker, but Dad's not likely to take instruction for that field.
The garlic is way up and the yard still has flax bales around! Grass cutting has begun and the poplar is all leafing out two weeks ahead of time. I hope there isn't a nasty frost to damage them all. Frost... snow! Today I was sucking wind as I ran because of the heat. 23C feels like summer!
Last weekend we celebrated a couple of birthdays. We hosted a big crew in our tiny accommodations and it's always to our liking to pack the place. I much prefer a crowed kitchen party to any other type.
As is the tradition, dishes are an opportunity to sing ones face off. I've always regretted being apart from my immediate family at times like this, but I can't always have what I want. This certainly isn't the style of house fun that was traditional in Mum's family, but it's in the same spirit. I have such a poor memory, but I carry with me the days of singing our way from Russell to Dauphin. Car rides were better with music and singing trumps iPod. Fashion is fleeting.
The dishwashing crew video
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