Golf is a good walk spoiled.
Mark Twain
Thanks to my sister for reminding me of this quote. Today I golf with my grandparents. I love them; I hate golf. Of course, spending the couple hours with them is what counts, but by itself I just do not enjoy golf. I’d much rather walk a trail. Shagging balls today will be a good sub for not running I suppose. Friggin’ golf.

A few thoughts on a few personal things

First, today is Grandpa’s birthday. He’s apparently quite busy today. 82! They’re hopping on a plane tomorrow to visit the parents so I’ll see them in a few days perhaps. 82. I’ll be amazed if I make it that far. My Grandpa Cowan would be 94 this year. I wish I was older before he passed… I’ve had plenty of stories from my living grandparents over the years; something that is literally priceless. 

I had an Apple appointment today to get an old macbook looked at, let this fact ruin my morning, then spent an hour talking to them over the phone to find out they cannot fix the problem. Trip averted, success. Am I that off that just a simple errand bothers me, I suppose so. ***introvert problems***

I will likely trim this beard and stache after my marathon on the 9th. It’s starting to annoy me. Just, just trim it a little…. (no one gets that but me)

Online Christmas shopping is the best, albeit still a pain in the arse.

No buyers on the drumset yet. Perhaps my asking price (430) is a bit high. I could do without the Craigslist spam. “Hello, your this items sale interested please reply…” Oh yeah, 302oscyry736@gmail… interested are ya?! 

I’ll probably take a crack or two at the GRE. I’m not a fan of this predicament however necessary. It’s the algebra, I’m not ashamed to admit it. Not that any high schoolers read this, but if you’re there and you’re thinking, “man this algebra is some worthless shit, I’ll never use this…” You are completely right. You DO NOT ever use it unless you’re a mathematician or perhaps an engineer of sorts. So when you’re tested on it many, many years later, you will have forgotten every bit of it. That’s kinda where I stand with algebra. The rest I’m certain I could wing right now. 

I was going to make tofu tikka masala tonight. We’ll see how that all goes down… or I will open up the buttcheeks and pay $15 to get the real deal from down the road. Then again, I’d have to leave the comfort of my house and pajamas. Wine Tuesday.

Grandparent’s down from Buffalo…

And this is how my afternoon went:
Had a 3pm Labatt Blue with Grandma. It is beer Wednesday, after all.

She has a 103-year-old aunt in Canada; apparently very “with it”. I’ll take that as good news, however, a lil bit scared as to what the U.S. will look like in 70 years! Perhaps Canada is the key to the story?

There may or may not have been naps mixed in.

Mom mixed a few things that have no bidness being mixed for dinner. I passed.
Conversation moves quickly- dirt on family; history of Wegmans, Topps, and other Western NY grocers; all things Lake Rushford; record players; Grandpa hates HP printers; chocolate; and a solid 15-minute debate on the differences between my mom’s and Grandma’s, or (arguably) Grandpa’s mom’s, recipe for potato pancakes. 

I cannot make this shit up, folks. I love every minute of it! Speaking of dirt, my grandma knows more shit about more people in Buffalo than perhaps all of the people I’ve ever known! She puts Facebook drama to shame… and it’s all old school! That’s real Buffalo! 

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