Tonight, at 7 pm, the curling season began. My team lost. We played better in the second half of the game than the first, but lost anyway. It's a funny game that way. You may make most of your shots, but it may not matter. If you miss at crucial times, suddenly the other team has a chance to score four. At our level you're more likely to lose the game, than win it.
Anyway, if you haven't curled, it's probably going to be hard to convince you have the greatness of the game, or the perfection of the time on the ice, and in the club later around the table. But it's a calming, hilarious, time. You should try it.
My brother Tim, who lives just outside of Belleville ON came by today. He is out inspecting truss plants (he's a civil engineer) in the southern prairies (from Medicine Hat to Winkler). It's good to see a brother again. It's good to see this brother. We talk like we've not been apart for the last months. Friends like this are good to have. You don't have to catch up, so much as you just continue. This too, is perfect.
The ride in: Temp 3'C Wind NW 20 ks
The ride home: Temp 10'C Wind NW 30 ks
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