thursday’s child has far to go
So, yeah, birthday.
Got off to an auspicious start, when my driving instructor called to say that he had an excess nail in his sidewall, and would I mind rescheduling. Combined with the phone message from my trainer asking where the hell I was yesterday — did anyone else realize that it was Monday? — my hopes were not high.
I did get some nice well-wishing phone calls from my mother and father, and Madhava. Emily called, not to wish me a happy birthday — though I know she wishes me that, deep down — but to inform me of tickets to tonight’s Boston-at-Toronto game that were dangerously close to affordable. By the time I found someone else to go with, it was too late, which made me feel sort of dumb. I’ve since convinced myself that they were probably spoken for, at their half-off price, long before Em even finished dialing, and I’ll thank you to keep your rebuttals to yourself.
I got slightly more accomplished at work today than I thought I would, which is a very nice change from the usual. Especially, I should add, because I did it by finding a better variant of the problem to solve, rather than just churning through my solution faster.
Tyla’s home soon, I hope. I should tidy a bit before she arrives, because I’m sort of digging this being-married thing. I did do some laundry, at least.
Thanks to everyone who managed to find someone to be nice to today! There was a time when my new year’s resolution every year was to go out of my way at least once a day to help someone, and in 1998 I actually made it until something like June before breaking my streak. It turns out to be relatively easy once you get the hang of it, finding someone with a question on a web forum that you can answer, or walking to the corner with someone seeking directions, to point them to the next landmark.
Hmmm. I wonder if Al and I can find some reasonable scalped tickets…
I hope you didn’t manage to get to the game last night - it was painful enough watching on tv, I wouldn’t have wanted to see it in person. Apparently the Leafs don’t do defence any more…
I wonder if the Leafs are going to try and pick Kolzig up from the Washington Capitals (new motto: “All trades reduced! Everything must go! Franchise closing soon!”) so that they’ve got a better goalie team than Eddie “Back-Spasm” Belfour and Trevor “No Down-Low Game” Kidd. Not that I’d be happy about this, as Ollie’s one of those netminders who seems to know all of Ottawa’s tricks.
Update: Sens took Bondra, apparently. Yet another skilled forward who’ll cower in fear from a check (but not a Czech). Woo?
This is not how it’s supposed to work at all. Someone needs to have a stern conversation with Muckler and co.
I realize I’m the big jerk who forgot to wish you a happy birthday yesterday, but regardless, should there ever be another opportunity to see the Leafs (and cheap, to boot), please feel free to give me a call. Please?
Boy, am I ever going to do a better job next time that opportunity arises, let me assure you.
Sorry Matej, but first Mike needs to learn to call me sooner.