Weekend Report



It seems that everyone here at Fitzgerald West came home with their shield, rather than on it.

Elizabeth came home from Albany, Oregon, today with a first in her team penning competition. Her trophy proclaims her as the Youth Champion for the Willamette Valley Team Penning Association.

Yesterday, I brought home a first in the Cowboy Action Shooting match held by the Orygun Cowboys. This was due in part to a good choice of which class to compete in. Instead of shooting in the Traditional class, this time I chose to shoot as a 49'er. The name of that class has to do with the minimum age of the competitors, you see...

The sun is shining, and yesterday was a glorious day, almost warm enough in shirtsleeves while standing around touching off ten dozen rifle/pistol rounds and a box and a half of shotgun shells.

I also got to play with my band the last two nights at a local bar.

I am paying the price for all this fun today, though. I injured my right knee, tearing my right medial meniscus about a month ago. Took my mind right off my bilateral carpal tunnels. Well, it still hurts. Aarggh.

I think the official cause of the injury was Running While Fat. At the time of the injury, I was about one week into my newest tour of duty in Weight Watchers. It felt as if the road to good health might soon have a sign reading "No Longer An Option" if I did not re-enlist.

My presence in the Weight Watchers meetings is a source of irritation for some of the ladies. They have been there for weeks and months, fighting to lose each half pound, fearing that a bad week could undo months of work. Then this guy comes in, and in Week 1 gets a sticker for losing five pounds. And then he comes back and gets another one in Week 3. And another in Week 4. So, when I showed up for Week 5, the ladies seated in the row in front of me turned and asked, "So, what did Pat do THIS week?" They were showing their teeth. They could always claim they were smiling, but I felt in danger. When I told them I only lost 1.2 in Week 5, the show of teeth changed to genuine smiles, and suddenly we were all comrades in arms.

Posted: Sun - February 17, 2008 at 02:53 PM        

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