Fresh

Today is a fresh start.  Not surprisingly, but still slightly unanticipate'edly, the last 30 days have been painted, luxuriously, with the soccer brush.  Sepp's forces infiltrated our lives, made us ask questions, shout things, and expanded our soccer-watching capacity, which is at an all time high.  I was quite pleased when they added on extra time last night - a mere 90 minutes of game time seemed a little cheap.  I could even have gone for a bit of a shootout on the side.

The Hemingways soccer proved the final 3 nails in the coffin.  Week 3 was a stretch, but a neccessary one.  Like that last pile of chips after a meal - too little without it, but you need to adjust the belt when you've delt with them.  On a net though, what a sick time - totally blessed to be there and worth the cold, wind blown look, to be involved in an outreach with our youth crew.  I dig those okes.

And so, free of soccer, with only Bakkies' cheap shots to look forward to sport-wise, and sky high expectations for our next season of ministry, its time for Monday.