The first full work week since the 3rd week of August went by in a flash. It was a little tough yesterday knowing we had one more day before the weekend, but we made it. It seems like we had quite the adventures to wrap up our summer. It has cooled off considerably since the beginning of the MN State Fair. In fact, it feels like we skipped September and moved right into October.
I’m sure we’ll get that extended “Indian Summer” – I don’t know if it’s politically incorrect to refer to that last pitch of warm weather that way. It doesn’t sound right to refer to it as “Native American Summer”…so I’m sticking with the traditional term. I’ve got plenty of those last ditch household chores to do before it really gets cold: garage floor needs to be patched, container garden needs to be put away, cars need to be winterized, etc.
Well, whatever the number of chores that I’ve got to do in the fall, the thing that makes one say, “Oh H-E – double hockey sticks!” are frozen roads, snow and freezing temperatures at the bus stop. But the promise of cold weather does hold one positive thing: Hockey season. We’ve heard the MN Wild probably won’t be very good this year, but hockey is fun to watch and it’s Lisa’s favorite spectator sport.
But the one thing that probably won’t go over very well with Lisa is allowing the team signed hockey stick to linger any longer on the shelf ledge in the TV room. I wrote about this a couple weeks ago. At the Fair, I signed up for some raffle prizes at the sports building. The next day I got a call from the MN Wild home office telling me I’d won the daily drawing for a team signed hockey stick. I thought, “Cool! I never win anything!”
I picked up the stick in St. Paul at the Wild HQ and brought it home. But once I got it in the door, and really looked at it I realized that the thing is about 5.5 feet long. Where would I put this thing? Standing in the middle of the TV room, I spun around and spotted the ledge shelf. Seemed like a good spot. I put the stick on top and went about my business.
Some time later I heard, “Hey hon!” “Yeah? What’s up dear?” I asked.
“Um, is this where we’re going to store your raffle winnings?” “Yep.”
“Huh. Okay.” <pause> “For how long?” “I dunno….awhile.”
“How long is that?” “Um, until somebody tells me how much it’s worth and buys it.”
Lisa looked at the stick, then at me, then back at the stick, then back at me. Like the Old Spice commercial. Sadly, I’m not a famous hockey player, I don’t even play broomball. Bottom line: The stick has to go. Soon.
So if you know what these things are worth and who wants to buy it. Let me know. I may not look like a famous hockey player, but I’ll be an instant hero if I can figure out what to do with the darned thing. Let me know. Soon.