PATRICK MCVAY

WRITER

My Musings

This text is currently hidden by a css change. Alow's me to go directly to the category description because it is editable in the front end,

Icy Dancer

Now that the 2022 Winter Olympics are stumbling and lurching into their final days and closing ceremonies, where the Chinese leadership will bask in the glow of their excellent human rights record, it's time that I revealed a little-known fact about myself, which is not going to surprise you at all: about eight years ago I was invited to join an ice dancing team.

Yeah, I know, I look like an ice dancer. Or maybe someone who could have been an ice dancer eight years ago. OK, maybe 38 years ago, but in any event sometime in the past. The foot skills, the body movements, the ability to do pull-throughs and drapes as needed to excel in the sport were evident in my mannerisms. Not my mannerisms while skating, but just while walking on dry land. In other words, people could see the potential I had to gain those skills, if they stretched their minds to very limits of credulity.

When I was invited to join the ice dance team, I was in a learn to skate program. In other words, I couldn't skate. My "long form" birth certificate said I was in my late 40s, but I was much younger than that in terms of my self-image. I was a young, lean, sleek skating machine, not a has-been with a bad back, Dadbod, and salt-and-pepper hair. And the team saw that in me!

Well, as you can imagine, there were a lot of demands on my time, and I simply couldn't fit ice dancing into my routine. So, alas, no joining the team and no wowing my co-dancers with skyrocketing skills development. And no Beijing Olympics.

This is a long way of saying that I won't be carrying the US flag on Sunday when the games come to their conclusion. But as you might have guessed, in my mind I will be. 

Continue reading
  780 Hits

 

 

Daily Haiku

 

Cats oft’ void their guts.

They cough out fur balls. They puke.  

We tread carefully.  

 

College Tuition

We dig ourselves a deep hole

Need a second job.

 

Now that I’m sixty

People think I’m a wise man

Probably, I’m not

 

I’m in my Fifties

But tomorrow I’m Sixty

Will need a sports car

 

My PCP Says

“Keep doin’ what yer doin’”

Prob’ly I should not

 

It’s St. Patrick’s Day

We eat beef that has been corned

Whatever that means

 

Robots and A.I.

I will make use of these soon

To do my taxes

 

Strange Oscar night end

Pacino failed to mention

Best pic nominees

 

Who’s this Katie Britt?

Scary. Wierd. We could have used

A Trigger Warning

 

Subscribe To The Blog

Produce This Audio Play!

Ever wanted to produce a radio play?  Think you have the mettle?  Read on!

Tag Cloud

Belgian Ales Joan Jett Quebect vacation gathering throngs My Parents Bob Dylan Chowder Vaughn Wind plan mid-winter vacations Christmas NPR Knots Butterfingers First World Problems Football Masks Cats Golf Biden Radiohead Smoke Meat Diseases Car Dealerships the future Stories I should write Europe Godfather Royal Stuff Hurricanes baseball Peter Paul and Mary town square tambourrine Skiing Bands I haven't seen My sisters Politics As Usual punk music Reveillon Sports Psychology Vaccines Music Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde Zoom Cars midwinter vacations Teeth Bunker Work Weather Scotch and Sirloin COVID New England Audubon Bar Syracuse Cornhole star high winds Grass Skiing Bikes Barber Shops Soup Emergencies The Past weather 1980s Bicycles Motorists Peacekeeping Imaginings Rock Bands Plastic Canada Reese's Peanut Butter Cups Fiction nukes College Existential Crisis Ice Dancing Trump Rabbit Hole Me winter Stairs Soviet Union US Senate Mom and Dad Bill Monroe Dad advice Good Reads Mass General Hospital Earth acerbic high school principal Hand Planes TV Email Bands I've seen China Martinis Beer War and Peace Yeast Tom Waits Sugarbush Spice Girls When I die Soccer curling shoes Candy My Estate Allergies Skating Higher Education The Future Hot Air Balloon Communication Channels Them Kids Elvis Presley Bands I've Seen The future Audio The Old Days Ketchup Climate Change cornhole My grandparents coronavirus Roommates I've Had Folk Music Boston Sports Eating and Drinking Putin Hawaii technology Head injuries Brain Surgery Bodysurfing Things I've done BB King Coyotes afterlife Texting Ticketmaster Drumming Mike Doughty Marketing Gimmicks Art the sea Mustard Soul Coughing Canadiana People I know NFL Short Fiction Halloween COVID-19 Eclipse seasons Theater Big Shoes Red Sox Brewing Spoon the band Religion Pats Little League Food soapbox rantings Liz Phair Ukraine Hache Verde Advertising Accounting Guns and Ammo Snow Guns Real Estate