A Relaxing Saturday

Saturday was a relaxing day. In the morning I watched part of V for Vendetta which is an amazing movie. Then I biked into Stroud to look for a phonecard. A few things you need to know about the city of Stroud. It's hilly. It's historic. And it's Subway is terrible. After consuming what was probably in the top 3 worst tuna sandwiches I've ever had the misfortune of eating, I walked up to St. Lawrence Church. On its walls were plaques that commemorated deaths dating back to the 17th century. Inside the ceilings were high, the colors were somber, and the architecture was elegant. A figurine of the attorney general to either King John or Charles from the 1630's adorned a wall. It was strange to think that this figurine constructed when the very roots of my country were growing. On the way back from town I stopped at the local park. A couple guys were playing basketball and I joined them. They were called Liam and Adam, and they were teammates in high school. Adam is a soft spoken 6'5 bearded 17 year old. Liam is a lightning quick guy of the same age, about 6 feet tall. But they were good company. They asked questions about Los Angeles and bantered in the manner of close friends. The combination of English accents and quiet jesting made it difficult to understand, but I adjusted. We played some Horse, Killer, Around the World until we all gave up, and a one-on-one tournament which left everyone sweaty and gasping for breath. When I got home I had about 15 minutes of rest before the family and I went back to the park. Cindy sat in the shade, while Jack and I trounced Rob, Adam, and one of Adam's friends in a 3-2 game. When a couple more kids poured in we decided to play a strange version of soccer. I played pretty well but accidentally ran into a thicket of stinging nettles when going after the ball and lost my left contact lens when the ball hit me in the eye. For all I know it got lodged in my brain. When we got back home, Adm Jack and I played some Call of Duty until dinner when I had a surprisingly good dinner of hard-boiled quail eggs and veggie-burgers. Dinner finished and Rob tousled with Adam who fell into Jack. Jack, being quite the reactionary tackled Adam and they rolled around in the backyard until Jack came out crying with the finger he jammed playing basketball. He chased Adam around the inflatable pool keeping the facade of anger, but eventually submitted to fits of laughter when Adam slipped and fell halfway into the pool. We ended up watching the Murray-Gilles Wimbledon match where I explained scoring to Jack. I suspect it went in one ear and out the other. In bed I read Treasure Island until I fell asleep in the most comfortable of positions.