I’m Not Supposed to Be Here
I’m not supposed to be here
July is family time
On Pacific coast
Under tree giants
In the east
Wandering coastal trails
Or preparing for Europe
Solidifying plans for adventures to come
Regardless the place
I’m not supposed to be here
Ontario mid Julys are rare
This is my sea time
My view should be of mountains
Wandering Nelson bookshops
Patioing evenings with childhood friends
Sitting aboard ferries with an eye for whale
I’m meant to be elsewhere
Where evening games of cards bring family rivalry
Us against Them
Doublechecking the score
To be sure cheating isn’t ongoing
Where sleep comes with salty breezes
Ruffling window shears
In a full home of family
But this year I’m here
No mountains planned for visits
Rocky home several months away
The evening thunder rumbles humidity away
And another workweek starts tomorrow
Tonights sleep will be vaulted in artificial cool
In my own bed
In my own home
But isolated
Julys are never alone months
This is a time of gathering together
But not this year
And the thunder rumbles more distantly now
Leaving me behind
As it rolls towards Montreal.
MONDAY…
--- Lose ball in a fairly choke fashion. Up by five or six going into the last inning and boot a few balls and low and behold… we lose by one. I don’t need to win every game I play… but choke losses are horrible. Especially when people on the team try to forget the choke part and talk about how we played a good game anyway. There is a time, in sports, to just shut up.
TUESDAY…
--- Not much out of the ordinary… work day in Latents.
WEDNESDAY…
--- Well three weeks after a hamstring injury, I’m hurt again. Strain a calf muscle in softball tonight. So I only got one healthy game in between injuries. Very frustrating and makes one just want to forget about playing sports… except maybe golf… that looks fairly safe.
THURSDAY…
--- Hobble to work. I’m walking like an old man ready for a hip replacement.
FRIDAY…
--- Calf is getting a bit better each day. Still slow going and a limp but reduced anyway.
SATURDAY…
--- Feeling ok. Still walking very slowly but the limp isn’t so bad and I can get about on the stairs much better.
--- Out with some friends to celebrate Kiyomi’s birthday. A nice evening at the Mill Street Pub. I don’t do that kind of thing enough really.
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