Sunday, September 18, 2005

It was pick up soccer at Eglinton park today as I sat at a picnic table with my lemon mineral water and hair magazine.

They were Spanish, it seemed, all of them. Oh, and did they like to talk!

One, in the red shorts was quite good. Most of them were not. But it was nice to watch as I felt my eyes starting to droop. One can only keep an interest in a hair magazine for so long, you understand.

The sun was past its zenith and a breeze had found its way to us there on the pitch. A lazy way to spend an sweet September afternoon, watching soccer at the park.

My laundry done, my letters posted, my errands run.
Just time to nurse yet another migraine.

I swear it shall be the death of me... or someone else.

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