Not Grouchy

Sunday, April 14 2002

It's springtime here in Delaware. After a few days of freezing, I've realized it's just too darn warm in here. Opening the windows is an invitation for the temperature to drop back into the 40s. There's other reasons not to open the windows, of course. One is that I'm not overly fond of the sounds of children at play. My neighbors all have their children play right out in front of my house. I also have bad allergies to cut grass and pollen. Keeping the windows closed is usually better.

No, I'm not really feeling grouchy. It's been a great day particularly for a Sunday. Junior had a top five in the race today and I remembered how much I like the radio coverage. On TV, they dumb things down just a little but make up for it with the personalities and camera angles. The radio experience is closer to being there.

My fantasy racing team had a good week for sure. Three of my four drivers finished in the top ten (including two top fives) and the other was a not too shabby 18th. Hopefully, that'll give me a win this week after such bad luck in last week's pairings. Next week, they go back to my favorite track of all.

No, I'm not the slightest bit grouchy. This morning, I wanted Melissa to get out of bed because I wanted my medicine before the race started. We're notorious about not getting there in time afterward. Instead of grousing about it, I remembered something she'd said jokingly. She wanted a restaurant that delivered breakfast so she could have breakfast in bed delivered.

I'm no gourmet so she had to settle for frozen waffles but she seemed to enjoy it anyway. This is the old me or the new me or the me I like. There's a positive to be found in everything and I can find it. Why not?

As promised, I gave in to my "Diablo II" addiction and nearly missed the start of the race as a result. My skills are a little rusty so I stuck with my spear wielding Amazon. She has a little bit of everything and I was playing in an area that just gives oodles of experience.

This addiction almost made me miss the start of the race and Melissa came home just in time. As I mentioned before, it was a good race. Mutt Gordon had a rash of bad luck and that made it just a little better.

My life experience has told me some things that seem to be contradictory. One is not to believe in losing streaks. They are simply self fulfilling prophesies. The other is to always ride a winning streak as far as it can go. I never drop my guard but there's no sense in giving up momentum for no reason at all.

Therefore, I dropped a few barriers that had been giving me trouble for years. Life is so much better when I make the rules and don't depend on the whims of fate. Waiting for the right moment is all well and good but you have to make your own luck sometimes. Knowing when to wait and when to push is just one of those things you can't teach.