nubetoob

i’ve been spending my time remarkably poorly as of late. so, i figure i’ll bang out a blog post and then make a big ol’ list of things ta do. then tap on the drums a bit, or more honestly plug the mandala into everything i have to see what holds the best promise as the computer system that it will marry.

sooner or later i’ll have a hybrid (part acoustic/part electronic) kit. it is simply inevitable.

my sister dropped off a copy of the real P90x routine for me to dub. i got it saturday night. i get home from work at 2 or so, and hit the hay by 2:30. i hear the three bells ring. i go in and out of sleep and hear the four bells ring. then next thing i know it’s daylight, but the wife’s still in bed. i get up to check the clock and see it’s 6:15. so, with the wife’s encouragement, i jump out of bed and make the 8 am deck hockey game in Pottsville. i thought either i’m starting p90x that day or playing hockey. p90x is scary enough to me at the moment that i’d rather play hockey on three hours sleep. at least that’s the devil i know.

turns out we didn’t submit in time to get a place in nationals, so we’ll be going to a tourney in philly in mid-May. MUCH easier to get in shape by then. whew!

i end up playing the 8am in Pottsville and the 2 pm game in Shamokin. i get on the scale afterwards and i’m 183. i was 182 pre-eating season (September) and i know i gained the pounds over the holidays. i’m back to getting a couple miles in walking the dogs. things are looking up.

heh, that wasn’t really worth reading, so i’ll add in a story . . .

when i was a kid, i lived above the tavern with my gram. we had a mom and pop grocery store on the corner, and she would pretty much daily, wrap some money in a note, and send me down there. i had a basket on the front of my bike and i’d put the groceries in it and ride back home. i was maybe, six or eight. i thought baskets on bikes were a thing of the long ago past until i heard about this . . .

there’s a fellow from across the street who is on the take-outs only list. he’s been in and out of jail for-ever. he’s harmless, just terminally stupid. i think the first time he went in it was after he was riding the hood of someone’s car, buck naked, drunk out of his mind, down the main street of one of the small coal patch towns. it’s the kind of stunt that you might see in the movies. after that it was just a series of hot piss tests and similar lack of judgement.

the latest one? he’s on probation. his license is LONG gone. and he wants to sit down and have a few in a tavern. i’ll sell him 6 packs, but he doesn’t get served at the bar. so, he gets on his bike and rides across town. town is exactly one mile by one mile. he bends his elbow at a watering hole and pretty much gets his fill. and opts for a 6 pack for the road to put the finishing touches on back home. he puts it in the basket attached to the handlebars of his bike.

he makes his way through town, all the way to the final block. then he turns into the alley where he lives, and comes upon an old lady carrying groceries. actually, he comes upon her too quickly and BLAM, knocks her to the ground with the bike.

now grandma is on her ass. her groceries are all over the place. the bike is on the ground. and beers are rolling down the street. mike is dazed and confused, and everyone’s adrenaline is kicking in. with half a jag on, common sense long left the man, but there was fear a-plenty. so he scrambles to his feet, grabs the beers, grabs the bike and heads home leaving the old lady to fend for herself.

only home is not out of sight from the collision. so she watches him run in the house while she picks herself up and has to gather her spilled groceries. and it pisses her off!! so she calls the cops and reports him. they come, and take him away to the hooskow. i guess being drunk and running grandma over with your bike is a probation violation.

this happened out of our sight line, but within a block of the bar. so, we get the reports from the neighbors. the kicker? the lady was fine with getting run over by a bike driven by a drunk. but the fact that he didn’t apologise and help her pick up the groceries pissed her right tf off!!

i saw him the other day. he must have served his time for that one. who knows what the next incident is going to be.

March 12, 2010 Posted in: Uncategorized