The three-day weekend was fun. I spent lots of time with Jeff, including visiting his family Sunday afternoon, which was lovely. I enjoy spending time with Jeff's mother, even if she is a bit too honest sometimes.
Monday Jeff and I went to hurling practice, and I made a lot of progress. I'm getting better with handling the ball, but I need to learn to balance the ball on the stick while running (and then the trick will be to learn to balance the ball on the stick while running and being charged at by men three times my size!), not to mention that I still can't reliably pick up the ball off the ground or catch it, even. (Damn my physical ineptitude. Hurling is a game which requires a significant amount of ambidexterity, since holding a hurley in your right hand means catching balls with the left. And since I'm not particularly good at catching things even with my right hand...)
I think the way in which I made the most progress yesterday wasn't even hurling-specific. I've always done whatever I could to avoid team sports, so I never developed the skills of working together with my teammates. I wish I were a better player, but until I get better/stronger, the most use I can be, I think, is to get in the way of the other team as much as possible. Sometimes my getting in the way just gives one of my teammates enough of an advantage that he can take control of the ball, but once (once!) I managed to get the ball away from Fiach and pass it off to Jeff.
I'm paying for my exercise now, though; my legs and butt are complaining that they got a rougher workout than they deserved. Unfortunately I haven't been exercising them well recently. I hope that Jeff and I can find time to resume our brief habit of running together. At least my shoulder/back has stopped being tense and painful, although it still gets a bit knotty sometimes.
Yesterday night I went to my friend Misty's golden
birthday party. (A golden birthday
is when you turn a certain age on that day of the month; Misty turned 26 on May 26.) It was downtown, in a loft that belongs to a friend of hers, and I dragged Jeff with me. I'm glad he went with me, even though he knew nobody (I knew a few more than nobody), because I wanted to go but wouldn't have been comfortable going downtown alone in the evening. We talked to a few people, ate some cake, and listened to Misty's band play. (This evening they were the Radio Sirens. Apparently this changes daily.) We weren't the life of the party, but neither were we totally bored, so that's okay.
I can't remember a better Memorial Day weekend.
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