Today a poem, a couple of pics and a medal.
In the new game against the Clippers, frustrated with everybody and everything, Luka Dončić scored 45 points but Mavs still lost by two, after which, at around 5 am, I went to bed, quite a bit sour. I dreamed that I was playing cards with Luka.
A few hours later when I woke up, I saw mom’s email: “We’ve got another medal!” And so we do, that is Žan Kranjec does. He won silver in Giant Slalom, after he was only 8th in the first leg.
Slovenia has now two neat sets of medals: 2 gold, 2 silver and 2 bronze. On the medal table it is still amazingly above Canada. They have 14 medals but only one gold. And tomorrow comes the final, team ski-jumping event. Jump around!
But now let’s get serious. It’s poetry time.
Cadence We fall as the water falls. Cada uno. Each one of us falls. The birth is a fall, falling out. And then we tumble and rumble and stumble and fall. Because there is no other way. We cannot fall up, unless we bubble. And we only bubble when we die. When we come to the shore.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #301: Cadence
This day in my blogging history
2016: ‘I’ is a verb dressed as a noun.