Saturday, February 28, 2009
Old Man Me
So I'm having a pretty successful sabbath. It's so relaxing to be able to do something without any sort of time constraint. I've been running out of pages in my Moleskine, so I decided to buy another copy of it plus some Chinese flash cards. I really like the Moleskine notebooks (I get the non-ruled kind) because I feel it gives the freedom in sketching out ideas, models, etc. I've found that I'm not much of an artist, but I really enjoy diagramming and using visual space to organize my ideas.
This morning I went to play flag-football. And, (I've actually known this for a long time), I'm getting old. Of course, everyone is getting old. If you're not, that means you are dead. But I guess if that dead body is still you, then you're still getting old. Anyways, back to flag football. I had a couple of great plays, but I just run out of gas so quick. And then my lower back started aching. Sigh. I'm looking forward to playing basketball tomorrow with the fellas from church. I wonder if that will be different.
Afterward, the Boss and I went to see Lily play basketball. She's super scrappy. It's a lot of running up and down the court and missing the basket. But it plays a lot like a soccer game. Every basket counts! The final score was 8 to 6. Lily hurt herself too, but I don't think it was because she was feeling the onset of old age.
I crab sometimes (act crabby, as opposed to any other connotation "crabbing" might evoke) just to be old-man like. I think acting like an old-man is funny. You get to pretend you don't hear. You get to yell at the kids to get off the grass. I don't know that I'll think it will be so funny in the future. I supposed that some of the humor comes out of the situation. Here is a person that feels a sense of entitlement to what he expects. And if things don't go his way he gets upset. Yet he is unable to do anything physically about it because of his age. Very similar to a newborn. Except more wrinkly and less cute.
But it doesn't have to be that way, I suppose. But I'm still looking forward to it!
, so I decided to buy another copy of it plus some 
. I really like the Moleskine notebooks (I get the non-ruled kind) because I feel it gives the freedom in sketching out ideas, models, etc. I've found that I'm not much of an artist, but I really enjoy diagramming and using visual space to organize my ideas.
This morning I went to play flag-football. And, (I've actually known this for a long time), I'm getting old. Of course, everyone is getting old. If you're not, that means you are dead. But I guess if that dead body is still you, then you're still getting old. Anyways, back to flag football. I had a couple of great plays, but I just run out of gas so quick. And then my lower back started aching. Sigh. I'm looking forward to playing basketball tomorrow with the fellas from church. I wonder if that will be different.
Afterward, the Boss and I went to see Lily play basketball. She's super scrappy. It's a lot of running up and down the court and missing the basket. But it plays a lot like a soccer game. Every basket counts! The final score was 8 to 6. Lily hurt herself too, but I don't think it was because she was feeling the onset of old age.
I crab sometimes (act crabby, as opposed to any other connotation "crabbing" might evoke) just to be old-man like. I think acting like an old-man is funny. You get to pretend you don't hear. You get to yell at the kids to get off the grass. I don't know that I'll think it will be so funny in the future. I supposed that some of the humor comes out of the situation. Here is a person that feels a sense of entitlement to what he expects. And if things don't go his way he gets upset. Yet he is unable to do anything physically about it because of his age. Very similar to a newborn. Except more wrinkly and less cute.
But it doesn't have to be that way, I suppose. But I'm still looking forward to it!
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