Who knew buying a house would be so busy. I guess we did. It was a whirlwind. I look back to this past winter when we sat in our rental, the neighbor’s music pounding against our walls as he ran his stairs, I assume for excersise, or smoked whatever that was on the back patio, …
Been quiet because we bought a house and it is a lot of work. Nice little fixer upper with a great yard in a very quiet neighborhood.
I don’t know if it’s their new rules about plants, or just the crisp Rocky Mountain air, but Colorado sure has some great derby. Reffed up in Eagle over the weekend. My ref buddy and I were hosted in a skater’s home, taken to a rum bottling party (and sent home with some boutique, very …
Last heavy post and then I gotta switch it up for a bit. There’s an article circling in the officating community. Written by, I assume, a skater. The claim is made that reffing and being a skater go hand in hand and doing one makes you better at the other. I don’t disagree. Not completey. …
Why? I am getting that a lot. Why Reffing? Why don’t you want to skate anymore? Won’t you miss the competition? Won’t you miss the hard work and being a part of derby? What? Are you serious? I am not even going to go much into the ridiculousness of those questions. I will say, if …
Less than stellar feeling. Picked up a nasty bug that’s got my chest in a vice. On the bright side, I did the thing again. Reffing is hard. Like never was skating this hard. First off, I’ve let my endurance slide. Don’t do that. You don’t get to sit on the bench every other …
More reffing happened. Still loving it. More than I thought. Some really tough decisions were made. I’ve given up coaching and any team opportunities this year. I have a priority. It’s officiating. Doing all the things doesn’t help me learn or grow. I can only be so neutral with one toe in the skater pool …
She was talking about the shipments, not paying attention to him. When his hand touched hers, and he pulled her in, she forgot what she’d been saying. His lips touched hers and she crashed; undone by the soft, unspoken promise on them. It was a brief reminder that the spark was still alive and he …
The door was open and there was a lightness to the room that felt off. Not s brightness. Not light streaming in through the open door. A lack of weight. A missing substance. Something was not where it was supposed to be. And the door was open.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 