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Monday, September 18th, 2006 04:00 pm
The longer I neglect my journal, the harder it is to resume writing. My brain creates a situational writer's block: I haven't written; therefore, I can't write. Duh.

When we last saw our heroine, she had six stitches in her chin from falling off her skates and whacking her face on the ice. I'm happy to report that the cut has healed beautifully and freed me to pursue other injuries. In that spirit, I sprained my right wrist last week, reaffirming that ice doesn't give much when you land on it. I need to get past my habit of breaking falls with my hands, rather than with my eminently more suitable ass.

On the cheery side, I've started to get my backward crossovers (WMV video link). Started is perhaps the operative word here. They're not pretty, but I'm happy anyway. I spent about an hour on Saturday working on crossovers, then came home and wrapped both ankles in ice packs. What a drag it is getting old.

The Bruins and the New Jersey Devils had a preseason scrimmage yesterday at Tsongas Arena in Lowell, about forty-five minutes north of Boston. It was a split-squad game with lots of little-known players, but major hockey in a minor hockey arena is fun by definition. My friend Seatmate and I arrived early enough to watch the teams warm up. New Bruin Mark Mowers (now wearing #18) impressed the heck out of me with his hustle and his mad skating skillz. I hope he's impressed the Bruins honchos enough to get some ice time once the big names come back.

No baseball tonight; the Sox have the day off. Yes, I'm still watching. We're not going to the playoffs, but it'll be a long winter without baseball, so I'll watch it while I can. And then? Hockey season.
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Monday, September 18th, 2006 10:01 pm (UTC)
i think of you now and then and was just doing so over the weekend, so THIS is a nice surprise :)

i'm glad to hear you've healed and i'm sorry that your ass refuses to take the beating i know it so deserves...heh. but you're getting out there, and that's key, right? good for you, doll.

james and i watched it once before, but i turned on "fever pitch" yesterday while i was piddling around and, once again, thought of you. that's in addition to the other time, mind you. :)
*mwa*
Monday, September 18th, 2006 11:17 pm (UTC)
Inertia, the writing variety. :/

Glad to read that you've healed on one spot, sorry that you're injured elsewhere instead.

Hope you overcome inertia -- I do miss reading your entries.
Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 02:03 am (UTC)
I hope you and the ice find some compromise...

I was listening to the radio during the Atlantis launch and thought of you...
I'd berate you for not posting more, but I haven't posted in nearly a month so I won't... always good to hear from you...

Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 03:13 pm (UTC)
I remember learning cross overs for the first time!! The back of one blade would keep catching on the front of the other as I tried to cross, & then I'd fall! I took 16 years of figure skating, so you just got me reminiscing.

I bought a condo in the town next to Lowell, so the Tsongas is only about 10 min from my house!
Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 05:55 pm (UTC)
The back of one blade would keep catching on the front of the other as I tried to cross...

That's the beauty of hockey skates: the blades are short. I remember clicking my blades when I was a kid on figure skates, though, so you have my sympathy. And both of us grew up in the days when figures were still compulsory. I'll never forget all those figure eights.

Sixteen years! You must have been pretty good. Do you still skate?
Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 07:25 pm (UTC)
I've never tried hockey skates! I'll never forget all of those figure eights either.

I used to love skating, and I was getting into some pretty difficult jumps and spins. I really wanted to get into more competitions, but we couldn't afford more private lessons than I was already taking. I ended up giving it up when I was in college because it got to be too much with work & school. :'( I don't even know if I could stand if I tried to skate now - I think it would be fun to try though!! Do you think it's like riding a bicycle?
Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 04:40 pm (UTC)
Hello! I don't know precisely why I found you on my Friend Of list, but you are welcome just the same.

When it comes to the Red Sox, you have my sympathy. As an Orioles fan, I've had quite a few hopeful moments shattered over the past nine years of sitting in the AL East basement (Good Word, it's been that long...?). I wish you all luck next season, because as long as Peter Angelos owns our team (along with a good portion of the rest of Baltimore), we won't have much of that. Just whatever you do, always remember: YANKEES SUCK!
Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 05:44 pm (UTC)
Hi. Where did I come from? You were MetaQuoted. I laughed, I clicked, I added. I hope you're receptive to complete strangers reading you; I've always seen it as a compliment.

You have my sympathy regarding the Orioles. They have some terrific players (I particularly like Melvin Mora) but can't seem to pull it together for an entire season. Leo Mazzone's success can't be a fluke, so maybe his magic will start to work next season (and you'll have fewer hilarious photos of pitchers getting pulled; I picture Perlozzo saying something like "Don't kill me"). As I keep telling myself, there's always next year.

And anyway, the O's aren't what I consider the basement. That honor is reserved for the Tampa Bay Double A's Devil Rays.
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Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 07:16 pm (UTC)
Glad to see you writing again, hope it becomes easier for you now that you've broken the ice. Just try not to use your chin or wrist next time.

Was a fun time and I'm looking forward to a new season of being your Seatmate. See you next time I sit by you. :)

(And if we sweep the Twins we'll only be 4.5 back with 9 to play. I'm just saying...)
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006 04:03 am (UTC)
la shana tova