Some kindly intentioned emailers have been inquiring whether this news makes me hopeful. To be honest with you, it just makes me want to cry. I feel a little like a deflated punching bag after last week’s ups and downs in the world of no-hockey. It’s the same old story: we were led to hope just a little bit, knowing better. We found ourselves, at the end of the week and two bargaining sessions, smacked back down. Our own fault, I’m sure. Which is why this week I’m going to leave it at a mirthless “HA!” and get back to my reading.
You know, I think it is undeniable that this winter I have been a more productive and sociable member of society than usual. I believe, too, that I’ve had more time and mental space to attend to books, art, music, world news, my friends, blogging, and piles and piles of beauteous snow. And I know the winter has still been a little prosaic and joyless and dead. Such is my affliction.
* Yes, that’s how I am known among a certain set of friends, I just discovered. I actually don’t mind, but they should feel lucky it’s not Hockey Girl 2 or 3. Verrrrrry lucky.