It's the Most Wonderful Time of The Year…
Yes, it's that time again, folks. Hockey season is just a few days away and no one is more excited than me. It seems many experts are predicting the Vancouver Canucks will win the Stanley Cup this year. And we all know what that means. Either they'll make it to the finals and lose (like the last two Canadian teams to make it to the finals) or they won't even make it into the playoffs. Because if I've learned anything as a hockey fan all these years, the experts are no psychics.
But let's hope this is the year the experts are wrong (or right, depending on how you want to look at it). It would be super cool to have the Stanley Cup Finals here in Vancouver. And if I managed to score some tickets, I could check off another one of my "must do before I die" things. Earlier this year, as my regular readers know, I checked off another hockey dream by getting to go to the Olympics. And not just regular old Olympic hockey, but the gold medal game where Canada actually won gold.
Don't worry, though. Not everything on my bucket list involves hockey. Just, maybe, half of the hundred and one items.
In case you've been lying awake at night worrying (like I have) my wife is doing much better. She's actually finally ambulatory now after three weeks of intense self-inflicted physical therapy. My wife is nothing if not determined. I am indeed lucky to have her on my side. When she sets her mind to something there is nothing that can stop her. I can't tell you how amazed I am at her fortitude and bravery. If it were me I'd probably still be in bed hopped up on pain medication. But not her. She didn't even touch the prescription the doctor gave her. Now that's one tough cookie!
In other, less exciting news, I am just one and a half pounds away from my birthday goal weight (October 10th, if you were wondering). There's fifteen and a half less pounds of me walking around and hopefully by Sunday there will be another one and a half pounds less. Luckily, I'd lost enough weight by my step-son's wedding that I was able to fit into the suit I wore to my own wedding eight years ago.
And in other, other news, the writing of Book 3 in the Swim the Fly series marches on. As always in the writing process there are times I want to scream and yell and pull my hair out. And times that I actually do (which is why I have so little hair left). In fact, the last few weeks have been particularly hellish as I wrote myself right into a horrible corner that I couldn't seem to write myself out of. And so, things stalled. And I cried. And ate brownies. Which stalled my diet as well.
But alas, the corner has been turned (or escaped) and I am back on the path to writing happiness. That is, until the next block comes along, which it inevitably will.
I'll leave you with that for now. Remember, mark your calendars. Thursday, October 7th is the season opener!
But let's hope this is the year the experts are wrong (or right, depending on how you want to look at it). It would be super cool to have the Stanley Cup Finals here in Vancouver. And if I managed to score some tickets, I could check off another one of my "must do before I die" things. Earlier this year, as my regular readers know, I checked off another hockey dream by getting to go to the Olympics. And not just regular old Olympic hockey, but the gold medal game where Canada actually won gold.
Don't worry, though. Not everything on my bucket list involves hockey. Just, maybe, half of the hundred and one items.
In case you've been lying awake at night worrying (like I have) my wife is doing much better. She's actually finally ambulatory now after three weeks of intense self-inflicted physical therapy. My wife is nothing if not determined. I am indeed lucky to have her on my side. When she sets her mind to something there is nothing that can stop her. I can't tell you how amazed I am at her fortitude and bravery. If it were me I'd probably still be in bed hopped up on pain medication. But not her. She didn't even touch the prescription the doctor gave her. Now that's one tough cookie!
In other, less exciting news, I am just one and a half pounds away from my birthday goal weight (October 10th, if you were wondering). There's fifteen and a half less pounds of me walking around and hopefully by Sunday there will be another one and a half pounds less. Luckily, I'd lost enough weight by my step-son's wedding that I was able to fit into the suit I wore to my own wedding eight years ago.
And in other, other news, the writing of Book 3 in the Swim the Fly series marches on. As always in the writing process there are times I want to scream and yell and pull my hair out. And times that I actually do (which is why I have so little hair left). In fact, the last few weeks have been particularly hellish as I wrote myself right into a horrible corner that I couldn't seem to write myself out of. And so, things stalled. And I cried. And ate brownies. Which stalled my diet as well.
But alas, the corner has been turned (or escaped) and I am back on the path to writing happiness. That is, until the next block comes along, which it inevitably will.
I'll leave you with that for now. Remember, mark your calendars. Thursday, October 7th is the season opener!
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