Sounds like a rail stop
Proof that my family hasn’t spent enough time in the organized sports world: We need to use an online service to coordinate the annual secret Santa. Six people, not sixteen or sixty. We tried the “throw the names in a hat and trust everyone”, but it now requires too much effort to get everyone in the same time/space. Based on last year, not even the actual date for exchange of gifts is immune to absentees. Hence the email messages (five so far) to try and make it work.
My calendar shows a month to go before the holidays, so I’m not stressed about the whole thing. Too many other things take precedence. Like icy parking lots. Or a municipal strike. Or an exploding asteroid (you never know; the scientists don’t). I will make the to and fro to the office for another twenty days, and the weekends will seem shorter and shorter, and then I’ll let my hair down for a fortnight. Not more than usual; my ponytail is almost an automatic action.
The “bigger” football game, on right now, doesn’t seem to be on family radar. Other important things, like laundry and meals and trying to convince the dog that we’re on the same team. If I can get the timing right, I could do “half time”, but an appearance by (wait until I ask Google…) Hedley won’t weigh heavily. Their name reminds me of a railway station. Back to Google… there you go, the band IS named after a community. The train USED To go through there. Sounds like where I was born…
