Some days are better than others
Yessir, after the back-to-work frustrations of last week, this weekend afforded me a few nice days. Restful days. And I actually got a few chores done as well, including catching up on all of the bills that accumulated during my absence. But hey, there were other unimportant but very pleasing things that happened.
For instance, Loren stopped by the rat-infested, bug-infested hovel on his way back to Knoxville after some ship-handling simulator time down in South Florida. Seems he'll need such training to get his merchant marine license bumped up for qualification on greater-tonnage ships. We had a nice chat and then Loren was off, no doubt applying his usual 90 mph-plus driving technique on the Reagan Turnpike and Interstate 75.
Then, the floor mats I ordered for the Dodge arrived. Not those sissy carpet mats that come standard on their trucks, but the heavy-gauge rubber mats that allow you to spill stuff, scuff 'em up, or drool all over them. I told you, not a big deal but a small, appreciated pleasure nevertheless.
Then, my beloved little Owls of Florida Atlantic University, after being pummeled four weeks in a row by better-caliber football powerhouses (to them) such as Oklahoma State, Kansas, Minnesota, and Louisville, finally got to play someone in their own conference and hammered out a convincing 28-10 win over Louisiana-Lafayette. Sweet.
Then, the mighty Hurricanes of Miami finally got their offense going to match the nation's number one total defense and thrashed Duke 52-7 in the venerable Orange Bowl. If their rookie quarterback keeps progressing game by game, I wouldn't want to be the teams that have to play them later in the season. Looking good.
Then, the lowly Bills of Buffalo, underdogs at home, beat their hated rivals the Miami Dolphins 20-14 in Ralph Wilson Stadium. They played Kelly Holcome at quarterback and actually looked good in the first half. Of course, they had to hang on for the win in the second half and it went right down to the last minute, but I'll take it.
Then, the old man and my favorite closed-wheel oval driver, Mark Martin, took the checkered flag in the NASCAR race at Kansas City. After last week's race-ending crash caused by number 48 Jimmy Johnson, Mark's chances of winning his first-ever championship before he retires are not good, but you never know ... that's why they race.
Yup, it's just like I said. Nothing earth-shattering or important to the meaning of life here, but all of these little things gave me a good feeling. It's nice when the planets align and your mojo is working.
And quite frankly, I deserve it once in a while.