i'm up to level 210 in candy crush. addiction? well... that's such an ugly word. let's say "commitment". hey, c'mon. it's not like i play all day. you only get 5 lives at a time, unless you hit up your facebook friends for lives and i don't have fb. it's funny to find myself at 210. it's not like i worked on it, but apparently, that's a lot of time put in.
something i have been working on is tying my running shoes more loosely. my theory is that the tight-tied shoes were exacerbating ankle and foot tendinitis. it's not natural to me to tie loosely, but the looser shoes don't slip, per se. they do feel heavier and sort of wiggily. at least, that's how they feel at the beginning of the run. by the end, they seem to fit fine, and that's the point.
when i was a kid, we had a game called uncle wiggily. from what i remember, seems it was played similar to candyland. that is, you drew cards and moved according to the cards. no dice, as it were. uncle wiggily - a bunny - should not be confused with uncle remus - a fictional african-american storyteller. both wiggily and remus were standards in my home of origin, as were epaminondous and don't break the ice.
my home of origin is out of my control (in many, many ways), but my current home is well in my grasp and about to get the makeover it so mightily requires. i know, i know. i've talked about remodeling before, but this time is different. we have ordered new appliances and put down earnest money on new cabinets. next time you're here, you probably won't recognize the place.
another thing you probably won't do is win the lottery. you're more likely to get struck by lightning twice and live... i think? from college stats, alls i remember is feeling that i was consistently very, very close to grasping concepts that were consistently slipping through my mental fingers. 3 of the 7 people at tonight's supper table were born on a thursday. wonder what are the odds of that?
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