Microfiction Monday

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The modern world! But our magic doesn't work there! The screenwriter should be fired.
Did someone mention fire? Let me scorch his behind!

60 years of organised basketball - some impressions

The Slovenian Basketball Association as well as basketball club Triglav (which is also the name of the highest mountain in Slovenia) was funded 60 years ago. The club organised a meeting to celebrate the anniversary and invited all the former (and active) members. Representatives of every generation were present at Saturday's reunion.

I played basketball in the club for about a decade and quit in 1988. After 22 years it took me a while to start recognising the once familiar faces; took me longer still to start putting names to them. it was a cold comfort that others failed to recognise me as well. After all, at the time we played together I had 20+ years and about as many kilos less.

The official programme consisted of retelling the club history, a lot of introducing of all the generations, coming on and off the stage, taking photos for the record both individually and in various groups. There was supposed to be live music afterwards but right after the conclusion of the official part the sky opened and the rain came pouring down never to stop again that afternoon. In the matter of hours I got both sunburned and freezing cold. We huddled in a tent lifted for the purpose and talked about the good old times while munching on the barbecued goods on offer.

I didn't take a single photo but we are supposed to receive the official ones in due time.

Some sky on Friday

Still busy so just this photo...

3WT in 55

Nathan was continuously bored with the jejune debates at the corporate meetings so he decided one day to roil the matters. Everybody gawped when he stood up on the table and performed the Full Monty. Nathan had lost his job with the firm but is now the star performer at the “Lingam Extraordinaire” gay club.

haiku my way

a rewrite from the archives...

warm afternoon
a dragonfly chases
its reflection

Face of a predator

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In other news, today was the first day this year that felt a little bit like summer.

My French test went OK-ish, I think. There is no way I'll get 100% score as the previous year but should end well above 90%

I have been to a few bowling practices (my body is feeling it!) but still have to get in shape for the games (which take place the first weekend in June). And since I am the team captain - I wanted to resign but my team wouldn't let me - I have to be involved more than I would like.

I have also been invited to the celebration of the 60th anniversary of basketball in my home town this weekend. In my time I contributed a great deal to the relative success of the local team and I will just have to show up for the occasion.

Which all means I may be more sparse with the blogging during the next couple of weeks. Then again...

Microfiction Monday

Hosted by Susan at Stony River



When is Geppetto going to continue working on us?
Dunno. But i hear he's busy carving a boy out of a woodblock.
Has his nose grown yet?