Friday, February 18, 2011

I Try to Teach Her Caution; She Tries to Teach Me Risk

Here's me later today in Sweden:





Now you know my real name. Like the shorts?

I haven't been outside for any outside fun in a month, it's gonna be 70 today, 60 tomorrow, and 50 on Sunday, when I can this putt to birdie Seneca 13D:




Saturday morning we put Planet on an airplane to fly to an interview for a scholarship to one of three colleges she most wants to be accepted into, and I can't imagine that school would be flying her in and meeting her at the airport and driving her the 50 miles to campus and boarding her and feeding her on their dime if she wasn't already in, whether she gets this scholarship or not.

This is the central tension re: why every post always has that one tag. 

Here's the guy who built 13D ace a 450 foot temp hole at Duck:












FATHER'S SONG

Gregory Orr

Yesterday, against admonishment,
my daughter balanced on the couch back,
fell and cut her mouth.

Because I saw it happen I knew
she was not hurt, and yet
a child's blood so red
it stops a father's heart.

My daughter cried her tears;
I held some ice
against her lip.
That was the end of it.

Round and round: bow and kiss.
I try to teach her caution;
she tries to teach me risk. 


9 comments:

  1. She Tries to Teach Me Risk

    Always start in Australia/upsidelownland, as I was telling Randal the other day.
    ~

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  2. She's actually flying into your town to visit K near Mt Vernon.

    I trust her completely. Doesn't mean I'm not scared.

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  3. Folf-o-rama! Or, sorry, apologies to the purists, Disc Golf o-rama!

    Fun game, I play sometimes, I have my own disc even! But not a quiver. Not a caddybag. You'd beat me so quickly and easily you'd wonder why I bothered showing up... I'm just barely able to bend the flight where I want. Barely.

    You're right here:

    I can't imagine that school would be flying her in and meeting her at the airport and driving her the 50 miles to campus and boarding her and feeding her on their dime if she wasn't already in, whether she gets this scholarship or not.

    Good luck on the scholarship!

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  4. It's not the shorts, it's the hair, dude! It's grown a bit since last we met. I wonder what the history of Frisbee* golf is; I recall playing it and Ultimate as a Frosh at Chapel Hill in the immediate post-hippie era. Now, our local private school is nationally ranked in Ult., and I understand U.Colorado gives athletic scholarships, too.

    We've a good friend who swam in the Olympics (for Latvia), went to K. Speaks most fondly. Does Planet swim? All the best.

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    *That's like my aunt who still calls hers a Frigidaire or my grandma who still warms up her Victrola.

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  5. Hey, Varejao, get back on the court.

    Here's hoping the unofficially official scholarship becomes officially official.

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  6. What Randal said. Although Ohio's oldest pirate collage has a name that sounds suspicious.
    ~

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  7. FRED!!!

    http://www.dcunited.com/press-release/2011/02/dc-united-re-acquires-brazilian-midfielder-fred

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  8. Snortacular!

    Shit, I haven't snortled like that in weeks.

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  9. If you love Fred, let him go. If he comes back to you, he's yours forever.

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