No more sports. Period. Until next year, anyway.
My #1 Son and I went out together yesterday. To a bar. First time in many moons I went to a bar to have a couple. It brought back memories. But then I remembered why I don't do that anymore. The memory of hangovers past. It's like being Scrooge.
I watched "The Professional" last night. (Not for the first time.) Natalie Portman's first role. Starring Jean Reno and Gary Oldman. Miss Portman was amazing. What an actress.
This coming weekend #1 Son and I are traveling to Colorado to visit #2 Son and his wife.
I miss him.
And Skype doesn't do it.
The Bears won yesterday - they're now 3 and 3 on the season. For once they actually had an Offense that didn't collapse in the second half of the game. And the Defense was adequate throughout. Atalanta had a total of 151 points scored in their first 5 games - that's 30 points and change a game on average. The Bears' Defense held them to 13 points for the game.
Saturday I attended the ceremony renewing the Marriage Vows of my friends Katy and Gabe. It was a lovely outdoor ceremony and the weather was perfect. Well, a little tiny bit cool, maybe, but the sun was out and if you managed to stay in the sun, you were warm. There were many friends in attendance - I felt grateful and honored to be included in their number.
The house is slowly rounding into shape. Re-arranging the house is turning out to be a chore, as Grannie had a LOT of stuff and it's hard parsing it out to friends and relatives so that her stuff goes to people who can and will use it and remember where it came from. Who it came from. And honor her memory. It goes slow, but it goes.
I may have overbought Halloween Candy. I'm just sayin'.
I bought (for 50 bucks) a dashcam for my car. It's cool. It doesn't really do anything, but if the Chicagoland area ever gets struck by a meteorite, I'm ready. Oh. And I'll have documentary proof it wasn't my fault, Officer.
And. Last but not least. The Blackhawks are 2 and 0 on the season. The 82 win year is still a possibilty. Fingers crossed.
It's a good thing I decided to give up on hte Bears when I did, because they lost a game yesterday they should have won. The Bears scored THREE points in the second half after scoring 21 in the first. This, apparently, is going to be their trend. Score in the first half, but don't bother to change it up for the second half - after all, the first half Offense worked just Jim Dandy, right? It oughta work just fine for the rest of the game, right?
Apparently, the concept of "Halftime Adjustments" doesn't seem to have inserted itself into the mindset of the coaching staff. Oh well. Wait 'til next year.
I made a small purchase, yesterday, that I hadn't anticipated making, but having done so, I wonder why I hadn't done so much sooner. I spent 20 bucks(!!!) and bought a remote control shutter release for my Canon 60D. I love this thing.
First picture with the remote:
Excuse the beard - that's me on weekends.
And why is one side of my face fatter than the other?
Things don't get done as they should.
No problem. Brain fart.
The CUBS played the last game of the season, yesterday. They won, and wound up taking two out of three from the Brewers in the final series of the year. It's now officially time to "wait 'til next year". Next year, I think, will finally be worth the wait.
We had Grannie's Memorial gathering over the weekend. Family attended. And rightly so. Over the years, all of Grannie's friends from neighborhoods past, had gone. Passed away. What Grannie had left was family, especially my cousin and her children and grandchildren and their spouses and children. Grannie reveled in those people. And my sons.
The Bears got beaten, miserably, by the Packers. I give up on Chicago sports. Until Spring training. Until Pitchers and Catchers report. Until the CUBS make it "next year".
If you haven't watched "Moone Boy" on your PBS station, you ought to give it a try. It's whacky Irish at whacky Irish best.
Have a Happy Monday.