MGoBlog had a great post about hockey following Thursday's Michigan loss, talking about how unpredictable and unanalyzable the sport is. Brian stopped short, though, of lamenting on the pain of sudden death overtime. In the other sports I follow there is a prescribed formula for the end of the game; buzzer-beaters happen and last-second field goals get blocked all the time, but at least you can prepare yourself. Not so in playoff hockey, where a few seconds separate even-keeled play and summer vacation.
After work we went on a brisk walk around the neighborhood across Brookside for some landscaping inspiration, then turned our energy on the garage. The cabinet proved too heavy to make the trip downstairs but lots of other stuff wasn't and now there's room again. We brought peds upstairs and mocked up our office, then hauled the old computer that somebody donated for Jenelle's classroom back downstairs. There was even enough grass on our little patch by the road to try out the reel mower that we picked up at a garage sale last year - what a cool machine. It smelled like grass when we were done... a summer evening even if it wasn't too warm. Now Jenelle's hard at work on some cushions for the window seat and I'm chilling.
Monday, April 14, 2008