There's more to write about, though, it's just a matter of putting in the time to actually think and write about it, so I will steal some time instead of doing the laundry to do this properly, at least to recount the very first part of my vacation.
Back at the last weekend of July, I went with my Gaelic Football team (The Edmonton Wolfe Tones) to Calgary to play in the Western Canadian Division Championship. We had a great time, and enjoyed some great football. The Edmonton ladies, with eleven players for an eleven-a-side match, won the Calgary tournament (by 7 points), lost the friendly match (nine-a-side) with the Calgary Chieftains later that day (by 3 points), and then won the Championship the next day (elevens again, but with twelve players, so we had a sub); the score was 5-7 to 2-1 (so that's a win by 15 points, as the first digit counts for goals put into the net, worth three points each, the other digit being points for balls put through the uprights, and one point apiece). I am very proud of all our team, but should particularly mention the pride I feel for the three players who had only just learned the sport anywhere from a month to five months ago, and who all rose admirably to the occasion. If we can recruit a few more newcomers like that next year, we'll be a force to be reckoned with indeed.
|Kim and I pose with the hardware|
It took the better part of the week before I stopped talking on and on about football and how fun the tournament was to whoever would listen (though in all honesty, being me, I still would go on and on if anyone asked about it). To those of my readers who have never played Gaelic Football, it's hard to describe just how exciting a game it is. I mean, I love soccer, but there's just something about Gaelic Football, with how it exercises so much of the body and mind while providing a series of exciting contests with little or no pause in between, that goes beyond that love of sport through to obsession. After one practice, I was entirely hooked, and wanted to work hard to learn all the new skills needed. I'm already planning out my winter fitness program for the sake of improving my ability to play next year, and hope that I'll be fit enough to keep playing the sport as long as I can.
Lest you think there was no knitting that weekend, let me finish off by presenting to you the socks that I knit for my youngest. I knit nearly the entire second sock while travelling down to Calgary, and in odd moments, finishing it while watching the Kerry vs Limerick and Cork vs Mayo matches (also Gaelic Football) on TV in the morning before our Championship match.
The yarn is Regia's Flusi Das Socken Monster, colour being "Zottel" (which comes up in a translation search as being either rat's tail or pom-pom, so some sort of adornment anyway). My daughter picked out the colour, and appears to love wearing them. I made knee-highs for her, as she always pulls her socks up as high as possible, and would pull them that high (or try to) even if they were anklets. She was certainly pleased to model the socks despite the heat today. They should keep her warm in the fall and winter; it's way too nice out (25 ᵒC) for socks though today!