Best soccer game of the tourney went down… I didn’t watch it. I’ve been barely sports adjacent since the Knicks won. I think in general I’ve been gravitating towards a more balanced life with that kind of thing where I surge through the fall in a football stupor and then chill out over the next few months until it is back to the FB. That is even slowing down. One kid is going into his senior season, so I don’t think he’ll play much as a freshman. The other is still going strong, but one game a week–one day a week–is better than the constant FB madness that consumes our lives.
In general we’re in that victory lap stage of having the last one becoming a HS senior. That means life really changes after this. It means a lot of new opportunities for us as a couple to explore the world more often and really decide how we want the rest of our lives to look. Exciting times ahead.
Some Thoughts:
- Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Trump says he will still deliver July 4th speech after weather prompted evacuation of National Mall” But why?
- Not a bunch to say today. I feel like I’m a bit worn out this weekend. Ever since the rainy day a few days back it has felt like I am slowly turning the lights back on in my brain. That power up needs to get going, because I have a deadline in two days.
- The deadline story is something I am very far removed from. I am writing about a 27 year old going on a date with someone he met on an app. The idea is to talk about modern dating and how much of a false construct it is. I felt like I was being clever at the time of coming up with the concept, but now it feels paper thin. I’m feeling that way about a lot of my writing as of late. It isn’t about anything. I write enjoyable anecdotes, but they don’t pack any literary weight. There isn’t enough there to keep you thinking about the story after it ends.
- I’m not sure if I am (or ever was) the kind of writer who makes up stuff like that. I write glimpses of futures and pasts that ought to feel authentic. This concept of being about something feels like it walks hand in hand with my inability to write good endings. There’s something there I am missing. I suppose in order to find it I will need to read more stuff. Better stuff.
- Bout done here with this stream of consciousness. The fingers are moving fast today, but the brain has little to say…