So far April has been one of those months. On the run, lots going on -- some good, some not so much. It's left me looking for levity and maybe a little laziness to boot.
Like a hockey team trying to kill a power play, my goal now is to survive this month and move on to the next. As goals go, it is not lofty but is attainable. And from there, sky's the limit because May looks good.
I kick off the month with the coach of my college football team coming to town. There is a charge at the door to listen to and meet Al Golden, but after the University of Miami's 6-6 season maybe the payment should be made the other way, ensuring my continued support. But I think the guy is a good coach, and I'm hoping his first season was his version of my April. Good things should be on the horizon.
The end of the first week of May brings Gwinnett's annual Relay for Life event. I had to miss last year's Relay because I was out of town, but this year I plan to be at the Gwinnett County Fairgrounds with 10,000 or so of my closest friends to celebrate those who are beating cancer and remember those who have lost their lives to the disease. The event, held on May 4, promises to be a good one (and a big one) as usual.
One week into the month and we'll be rolling toward summer. The following week brings Mother's Day and likely a nice feast to go along with quality time with mom. I see some golf in the future after that and then a birthday (don't ask which one) and by then we'll be moving quickly toward Memorial Day, a nice day to both relax and reflect. It's also a great chance to enjoy the flags the City of Duluth puts out each year to honor veterans.
After Memorial Day, it's all downhill from there. By the time that week ends it will be June, summer will be on its way and five months will be in the rearview mirror. Yes, May will be a good month.
Like me, you may be looking for some levity, so I'll leave you with this. Visited a person this weekend who shall remain nameless, who shared a good story. With his wife out of town, he decided to trim his own hair with clippers and no mirror. Needless to say, the job was spotty at best.
So the next day -- did I mention the gentleman is a horse trainer? -- he goes to work and asks the guys at the barn how it looks. They start howling at the carnage that is the back of his neck, but agree to help. So they pull out a pair of horse shears and even out the cut, leaving him looking "like a monk" in one person's words and "a chemo patient" by another's.
The laughs that came from that story capped off a great trip. And they also left me thinking: I bet I'm not the only guy looking forward to May.
Email Todd Cline at firstname.lastname@example.org. His column appears on Wednesdays.