Notes

• A dream last night that my boss was coaching a basketball team that I was a member of and he wouldn't put me into the game. 
• Stopped at a playground in 37 degree weather to shoot hoops for the first time in several years. It was like the feet, ankles, knees and hips have forgotten their roles in this process. And to think that at one time shooting a jump shot felt so effortless.
• Why do I always feel like such a lowlife scoop of pond scum whenever I tell those girl scouts selling cookies, "No thanks?" It's not like I haven't bought more than my share over the years.
• I write down and file away two and three word phrases that come to mind for future use in my attempts at poetry, with no idea at the time how they'll eventually be used. Is that cheating?