No eloquence, no fancy metaphors (at least none that have been stuck in my head or anything). Just a bit of flow of consciousness to share what I've been up to lately.
I have this high school rugby coach who last summer let me shadow him at his property management company where we basically just did any and every job available... Which entailed anything and everything people are willing to pay somebody else to do. It was much more glamorous last summer and involved long walks in relatively scenic apartment complexes picking up small bits of trash with those long tong things, and even staining some fences. I made stupid money (stupid as in ridiculous considering my experience and stuff) and my coach always hooked me up fat with hearty meals on the daily. Er, actually more heart-stopping meals but for how much time I spent out in the sun I still couldn't manage to gain too much weight ( I was lifting to stay in shape for rugby in the fall ). This time around though, I've been doomed to 1+ hour commutes not including traffic delays only to end up picking up trash and catching sidelong glances out in the hood. Last time I was out there I picked up everything from the pelvis of a medium sized animal (or person..!?!?!?) to used condoms soaked in rain water sitting beside a McDonald's Big Mac box. But I mean the pay is good so aside from the occasional dirty rag that drips in my face and filth caked under my finger nails that scratch on mosquito bites each with equal chance to be laced with West Nile, the days aren't so bad.
So whenever I'm not doing that I spend most of my time weight lifting or playing video games. As if that is any surprise. I hate having to talk about it as much as I consequently do (I've never been one to milk the "Wounded Warrior" or victim card) but most of the rigor in my workouts is aimed at making up for lost time directly related to an AC joint separation I "experienced" early February. I've been going every day, but we will see how long that lasts once my new job picks up. As spoiled as I feel for saying this, I absolutely hate commutes but I just cannot pass up the opportunity I was given to earn some summer cash so potentially starting this coming Monday, I will be working in various different ways to prepare furniture in a warehouse full-time. Kinda sucks because being that I only have so many more summers to enjoy myself I'd like to try and maintain some open space in my summer agenda, but I know other's would kill for a job at all so I internalize my complaints.
On a brighter note, two nights ago I played a rather large multi-team game of Catan with some good friends I hadn't seen in months. The host had some bomb green tea, and one of my homies brought some cookies which we baked to top it all off. It was very obviously quite a grand, lively time. Then once some started leaving at some wee hour of night I somehow came to mention wanting to hike and out of thin air formed this group-wide passion to just go for it the following morning. And so we did. Meeting across town at one of the group's empty homes, we piled into a Honda Pilot and set out for Arbor Hills.
Normally the trails are pretty laid-back and easy. Very family friendly- but there was nothing family friendly about all that mud. As it turns out, it had rained (or I guess flooded) pretty continuously the last few days off and on and due to the contours of the land mud and mush ran like veins through the plush green hills and across small creeks forming steep death-traps in some places and foot-swallowing swamps in others. But we absolutely loved it and had a blast. Time began to be a problem as the trek continued (one of them had their first day at their new job in only give or take an hours time and we were a mile and a half out). What was previously a nice little nature hike became a dead sprint through all the sludge and what have you. A few people fell, mosquitoes swarmed every square inch of the enclosure and mist came down steadily but we made it back in time panting heavy with mud where mud shouldn't be, and smiles for days.
We split up quickly, my homie hooked me up with a "dank" breakfast (fried eggs over cheese and chicken enchiladas) and I went home to promptly pass out.
Beyond all that, a few weeks ago my younger brother had his rugby banquet (which as an alum I was asked to attend with my family) and just today I played ultimate frisbee with some new, young, almost-graduated faces.
The quality of this post is not something I want to think about, it was a given it would be bad. But I just like I needed to get something down, and I'm far too hungry to sit here and make it unravel prettily. My mom fried catfish for dinner. So it'll suffice to say that things have been good.
I have this high school rugby coach who last summer let me shadow him at his property management company where we basically just did any and every job available... Which entailed anything and everything people are willing to pay somebody else to do. It was much more glamorous last summer and involved long walks in relatively scenic apartment complexes picking up small bits of trash with those long tong things, and even staining some fences. I made stupid money (stupid as in ridiculous considering my experience and stuff) and my coach always hooked me up fat with hearty meals on the daily. Er, actually more heart-stopping meals but for how much time I spent out in the sun I still couldn't manage to gain too much weight ( I was lifting to stay in shape for rugby in the fall ). This time around though, I've been doomed to 1+ hour commutes not including traffic delays only to end up picking up trash and catching sidelong glances out in the hood. Last time I was out there I picked up everything from the pelvis of a medium sized animal (or person..!?!?!?) to used condoms soaked in rain water sitting beside a McDonald's Big Mac box. But I mean the pay is good so aside from the occasional dirty rag that drips in my face and filth caked under my finger nails that scratch on mosquito bites each with equal chance to be laced with West Nile, the days aren't so bad.
So whenever I'm not doing that I spend most of my time weight lifting or playing video games. As if that is any surprise. I hate having to talk about it as much as I consequently do (I've never been one to milk the "Wounded Warrior" or victim card) but most of the rigor in my workouts is aimed at making up for lost time directly related to an AC joint separation I "experienced" early February. I've been going every day, but we will see how long that lasts once my new job picks up. As spoiled as I feel for saying this, I absolutely hate commutes but I just cannot pass up the opportunity I was given to earn some summer cash so potentially starting this coming Monday, I will be working in various different ways to prepare furniture in a warehouse full-time. Kinda sucks because being that I only have so many more summers to enjoy myself I'd like to try and maintain some open space in my summer agenda, but I know other's would kill for a job at all so I internalize my complaints.
On a brighter note, two nights ago I played a rather large multi-team game of Catan with some good friends I hadn't seen in months. The host had some bomb green tea, and one of my homies brought some cookies which we baked to top it all off. It was very obviously quite a grand, lively time. Then once some started leaving at some wee hour of night I somehow came to mention wanting to hike and out of thin air formed this group-wide passion to just go for it the following morning. And so we did. Meeting across town at one of the group's empty homes, we piled into a Honda Pilot and set out for Arbor Hills.
Normally the trails are pretty laid-back and easy. Very family friendly- but there was nothing family friendly about all that mud. As it turns out, it had rained (or I guess flooded) pretty continuously the last few days off and on and due to the contours of the land mud and mush ran like veins through the plush green hills and across small creeks forming steep death-traps in some places and foot-swallowing swamps in others. But we absolutely loved it and had a blast. Time began to be a problem as the trek continued (one of them had their first day at their new job in only give or take an hours time and we were a mile and a half out). What was previously a nice little nature hike became a dead sprint through all the sludge and what have you. A few people fell, mosquitoes swarmed every square inch of the enclosure and mist came down steadily but we made it back in time panting heavy with mud where mud shouldn't be, and smiles for days.
We split up quickly, my homie hooked me up with a "dank" breakfast (fried eggs over cheese and chicken enchiladas) and I went home to promptly pass out.
Beyond all that, a few weeks ago my younger brother had his rugby banquet (which as an alum I was asked to attend with my family) and just today I played ultimate frisbee with some new, young, almost-graduated faces.
The quality of this post is not something I want to think about, it was a given it would be bad. But I just like I needed to get something down, and I'm far too hungry to sit here and make it unravel prettily. My mom fried catfish for dinner. So it'll suffice to say that things have been good.
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