No More Juice, The Hardcore, Knock on wood, Extend again

Yesterday the news that OJ died hit the news. I had not heard he was even sick but evidently he died from prostate cancer. I also did not realize he was 76 years old. I still remember quite clearly his murder trial in 92. I remember I was at the beach with my first wife and her family as we watched some of it on TV. His trial will go down as one of the most infamous in history which seemingly resulted in a man that clearly murdered two people walking free. I am not a subscriber to heaven and hell ideas but if there is a hell, OJ certainly would be roasting in it right now. Adios Juice.

Last night was volleyball night. The weather forecast was bad with high winds and rain predicted. Most of the people that were going to play canceled as a result. However we did still wind up with 8 hardcore players. We waited maybe a half hour until the steady rain stopped and then played in spotty drizzle from there on. Play was actually pretty fun and despite a wet ball I played decent, better than the prior week for sure. We played a little later than normal because of the late start.

One of the women that I played with shares the same name as my ex, although spelled differently. It felt weird calling out her name as well as congratulating her on good plays. (she is very good) It was a weird sort of deja vu.

Afterwards I decided to go to Carrabas to grab dinner. It was nearly empty with just myself and some rich old woman at the bar. She had a diamond on her finger that looked like a small satellite and she was talking about her Bentley. Helen was telling me about some commotion that happened there earlier when some clueless woman allowed her kid to watch a movie on an Ipad so loud that half of the restaurant could hear it. It turned into quite the fiasco when they asked her to turn it down. People are idiots.

So since my trip to the ER a few weeks ago with severe left side chest pains I of course have been monitoring how I feel. For awhile after the visit I continued to have pain in the area if I breathed deeply or suddenly. Later the pain moved to my shoulder blade on the same left side, it was very odd. However for the past several days I haven’t really felt anything unusual and I would like to keep it that way, knock on wood. I have been wondering if I would develop shingles as my buddy did after severe chest pains. Knock on wood again, nothing so far.

Just this morning I decided to give myself another extended weekend, taking Monday off. With the ET Max in hand I have a ton of riding and editing to do. I also like the idea of short work weeks, a lot.

Last year I was mulling over why it was going to cost so much to get gutters installed, along with a few other things. I also had just unloaded my second and final piece of property in Lehigh Acres, taking more than 60% loss and not giving a damn.