Something magical happened today, I woke up didn’t see any rain, snow, dark clouds, ice, zombies, Tibetan monks, no when I woke up today the frigging sun was shining! The closest star to our planet graced us with her beauty for once in southern Indiana and she brought warm weather with her. Since Sloane was with her grandma I took full advantage of the weather and got a brisk three and a half mile walk in. (Note to self don’t forget sunglasses next time)
Sloane returned shortly after lunch and we proceeded to begin our extensive Tour De France bike training for later this year. We probably rode for 45 minutes, my legs told me it was more like two hours and had a blast the whole time. Little shit was even talking trash, watching her blossom on a bicycle since last fall was truly a beautiful thing. No whining going uphill, no break checking dad because she thought she was going to fast, no it was like two buds terrorizing the neighborhood. I think I could place here anywhere in my very large and connected neighborhood and she could now find her house and school. Tip of the hat to me. Throw in some jaywalking and my day as dad was complete!
After the mandatory cooling off period (for me) it was off to softball practice. I managed to make the whole 90 minutes *snicker, snicker* and even walked another mile on the walking track near her practice site. Her coach is pretty damn good, might be the first “sport” Sloane has played and actually received coaching and not just a parent helping out. They didn’t even pick up bats today; it was all fielding and running drills. At first I was like damn let them have some fun, but he actually does let them have fun and is their biggest cheerleader. Softball I hope is going to be a blast for us, luckily my part of the world has a very strong little league program for the girls and the boys and after attending two practices I can see why. I thought it was a little over the top for Sloane’s age at first, but if he keeps it fun I don’t have a problem with “coaching” instead of just letting them run around like it’s one big unorganized play date. I always wondered how every year New Albany, IN was so strong in youth sports I guess starting them out at this age is why. Don’t get me started on travel ball though!
After practice I along with everybody else in the neighborhood participated in the Floyd County grilling challenge. Any and everybody that owns a grill had it fired up this evening. Sloane and I opted for traditional American fare of hamburgers, but there was more smoke quaffing in the neighborhood than at a local bingo parlor. While I was preparing dinner the local KGB agent Hammy got his first round of torture this weekend from Sloane. It was cage cleaning time and the little KGB bastard had the audacity to escape from my daughter. Sloane asked if we had a leash she could put him own (true story), after informing her that I didn’t she threw him in the hot box. Found an unused small box and smothered him in it so she could finish up cage cleaning. I think she threatened to let him sleep in his own shit but not 100% sure. Needless to say Hammy slept the rest of the night. Hamster leash, she amazes me every day. We scarfed down our burgers and fries and sat outside for a bit just to enjoy the evening and salivate over whoever was grilling steaks in the neighborhood. I’m telling you local propane dealers probably saw more action today than an underground bookie on Derby day.
Derby Day is a BIG deal around here loyal readers we will start covering this topic in April and May. I’m a Hoosier and damn proud of it but those folks south of me (KainTucky) hold this gigantic horse race every May and it’s an awesome time of year in the area. Only Hoosiers throw better Derby parties. It’s a fact, look it up! Of course I’m talking about The Kentucky Derby, I’m 20 minutes from Churchill Downs and all my media is out of the Louisville market. If you aren’t from here you have no idea the buzz that goes on in my little corner of the world. It starts out in April with the largest firework show in the country aptly titled “Thunder over Louisville” and then the following two weeks leading up to the Derby there are all kinds of activities and events for everyone. It truly is a special time of the year and if I ever relocated I would miss Derby time, but if I’m watching the Derby in shorts on the beach I won’t cry too much because it’s actually snowed on Derby day before. I’m not a huge fan of betting on the ponies but for Derby week I turn into an armchair handicapper like everyone else and nine times out of ten lose my ass betting on them. Although California Chrome did win me quite a bit last year. Let this serve as a preface to Derby time if all seven of you are still reading in April. Unfortunately I won’t have Sloane for Thunder over Louisville or Derby day (unless her mother and I can work something out…um never mind), but hopefully she gets to go to Thunder this year she is old enough now to actually enjoy it and not be scared to death. It’s loud, but it’s cool. YouTube it sometime if you’re bored, the video will not do it justice but it will give you an idea.
Going to wrap it up for the evening, got more Katy Perry fan mail to send out, working on new blueprints for my lottery predicting machine, and frankly four and half to five miles of walking plus biking has me a little bit tired.