Just afew tired thoughts

Hi guys - late again 

Sorry, but I don't know what to put, or even HOW to put what few thoughts are now going through my rather tired mind.

If you have already kindly read my last entry, you will already know that Laura's first archery competition was a rather successful affair, from her point of view (It would appear that I came second to last - but seeing as I wasn't going to shoot anyway ???). You can see the result for the next week or two at the Grimsby Archers website.

Anyway, things changed a little later that week. Laurna, who is both the clubs results secretary, and also the Mum of one of the club's star archers', Vicky, came to us the following training session, and asked if we could fill in several forms.I must admit I was a little confused. I just assumed that the forms where required for clubs records, but why three?

So I asked?

Not only had Laura won the first class, and competition she has entered, but in doing so she had also broken THREE Lincs County Records for her class and age group - it only gets better.

Sticking with Archery, last week myself and Laura went on a training/Coaching weekend.

It turned out to be one of those occasions that you sometimes wish you hadn't bothered.

Laura did OK. She learned a few techniques to improve her shooting - it will take a week or two for the full benefit to work its way through - but that should make an even bigger difference next time.

  Me - however, what an idiot 

   Everything i have been doing for the most of the last 11 months was wrong    

Wrong, wrong WRONG (can you guess I'm just a little annoyed?).

That said, at least now I sort of know what to do to make it right. And to top it all, the lad who coached me was an old work colleague.

It was good to meet an old friend.

Just one of those finishing thoughts.

As a teenager, I always said (and I'm sure that I'm not the only one) that I would never be like my parents. I would never treat/penalise/bring up (add as you see fit) my kids the same way that they did. It was/is a different time.

A different mind set.

And in some ways, myself and Cathy were different to my Mum and Dad. But, in the end, not in as many ways as I wished, as I'd hoped.

When I woke up those few short minutes ago, I realised that I could well have turned into my Dad.

The reason for this revaluation?

My dad, love though I did, would have been the first person to admit that he would sometimes have a short temper. On work days, he would come in from work. Have "five minutes" (usually sat, in front of the telly, having a cup of tea, to try and calm away the influences of the just completed work day), and then get on and complete some needed house chore. He would then sleep early, and rise early. A pattern of life that i can remember no change in, no difference.

As I woke this morning (to see if the early morning darkness has been tinted with the glistening of the over night frost), as I quietly moved across the bedroom, trying hard not to bother my beloved. For some reason thoughts of my dad entered my head.

To some extent, i realised that I HAVE turned into him.I always wake up early. comparatively, I go to sleep early. My temper is sometimes "Short". I suffer fools badly and perceived incompetence with even less shrift.

I am him.

Maybe, I still miss him? Of course I still miss him, he's my Dad. Maybe its the fact I never got to say Goodbye when he was still this side of life.

Life is so full of Maybe's.