Parking Woes (Poor Sportsmanship)

There is no way to determine if infractions were caused by winter visitors, or by regular health club members.

It’s been much more crowded, inside the gym–outside the gym, in the parking lot, since the arrival of winter visitors.

Today, I parked in the hinterlands. At a parking row next to the back of the property. Why was it an issue?

Because of a few that refused to park between the lines. At least eight prime spaces were rendered useless. Cars parked crooked–took up one and a half spaces. Pickups, with their back ends extended halfway into the spaces behind them.

When I left an hour later, the offenders were gone. There were plenty of spaces. Which meant I exercised with what my high school coach, Rock Rosetti, called “Poor sports.”

Talk Is Cheap (Caring Is Expensive)

Re-blog from September 2013 about confidence, betrayal, self-doubt.

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Daylight faded early
With the onset of winter
Self-doubts from deepest
Recesses of the mind, crept
In, under cover of darkness

The only light, came from
A night stand alarm clock
Self-absorption, imploded
Like slow-motion destruction
Of a high-rise building

Meanwhile, miscreants
With cast-iron souls
Shamelessly, self-promoted
Headed over the falls
In leaky boats

Blindsided by fear
He died a little each day
The smile façade
Concealed a grimace
Talk was cheap
Caring was expensive

Dear Occupant

Step away

From the nostalgia posts

And no one will get hurt!

Said my conscience

Try something different

Dear Occupant

Was as personal

As this conversation

With my conscience

Was going to get

Arguing with one’s conscience

Never worked before

If I were lucky, a truce

Would be worked out

Those were pitiful

Attempts at humor

Remember humor?

What about just a few more

Slipped in–now and then?

Don’t overdo it!

Here’s what always works

What always worked?

What was sure fire?

Self-deprecating humor

That’s what

Knowing you

You’ll probably

Overdo that, too