It's Friday.
We're out of the teens for January.
Only 11 days left.
Outdoors this morning was cool and crisp and crunchy.
No rain or snow today, maybe even a hint of sun.
Willie's team plays league opponent Lakeland for the second time at the Battle of the Paddle.
Later this morning, I'll be connecting with yet another new face for the first time.
I'll be taking his picture for a story assignment.
Yesterday I took some pictures for the same assignment and came home with a fresh loaf of yummy homemade artisan bread.
I don't expect payola for my journalistic work, but I think, in this case, the ethics gods would give me a pass. They probably like fresh bread too.
Along with the bread came lively conversation.
Actually, it's been a week of good conversation with new friends and old.
In one case, I met the new veterinarian at Center Valley Vets. She's actually very experienced but new to Center Valley's hospital.
Bridie had an appointment yesterday to have a quick check-up and two booster shots.
And, by golly, a new face, to my eyes, came through the door to do the doctoring.
Jill and I had an enjoyable visit and soon learned we had friends in common.
In general, this week's conversations covered sore body parts, what to do with the rest of our lives, kids, dogs, living in Sandpoint and a lot about life in general.
I've met one new friend who spent a year in New Zealand while another longtime pal shared with me some highlights of her self doubts which accompanied her during her wonder years.
How many of us have oodles and oodles of stories to tell about our self doubts and awkward moments as teenagers?
In my case, it was klutzdom, and, dang it, that tendency has followed me all my life. Fortunately, I eventually made a little money being a klutz by writing about the affliction.
And, how many my age are pondering the future as geezers and how we're gonna best handle that stage of life?
All items mentioned above make for great conversations----our doubts, our dreams, our adventures, our survival skills and our perspectives on life in general.
In the midst of all this living and learning from friends each day came the knowledge that for two hours on Thursday night we would have another ZAGS game.
I tend to forget about life problems when ZAGS games air.
It's like we get to enter a zone where nothing else exists except those young players thrilling us with their athleticism, their shooting and defensive skills and their perennial tendency to win.
Well, how spoiled are we????
We ZAGS lovers all found out last night when our beloved team hit a major bump in the road called Loyola Marymount.
ZAGS lost by one point.
After saying some bad words, I thought, "How am I gonna get to sleep tonight?"
Then, I reasoned that "It's not the end of the world. They will get their act together and they will work to win another day."
"Tomorrow" truly provides an antidote for what seems so disappointing today.
Thank God we have the gift of "tomorrow," as do our ZAGS.
Surprisingly, I did fall asleep fairly quickly last night and did not stew about the loss.
Tough loss, yes, but we true fans know our ZAGS, and we can take comfort in the fact that these young men will persevere to ensure some great zone-outs yet to come for themselves and their many admirers.
Tomorrow has now come, and, happily, it IS a brand new day.
We know not what all this day has yet to bring. That is what is precisely what is so good about living on this earth.
Happy Friday.
Dedicated to the ZAGS and members of the ZAG Nation
OldZAGSFan on Twitter sez:
I guess I am supposed to be upset tonight because the Zags lost.
I’m not.
LMU played the game they needed to win.
Congrats to them.
The Zags will continue to work hard and be ready for Saturday and beyond.
College basketball is crazy, ain’t it?
Go Zags!
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