The bip.

Posted: 8 November 2007 in joy, therapy

In another vote for the bip*, the large, red duffel bag in our storage unit is packed with sports equipment.  To wit:

2 black hand wraps for kick boxing, faded; 1 can of green tennis balls; 1 tennis racket; 1 racquetball racket; 4 loose blue racquetballs; 1 set of plastic beach pong paddles, no ball; 1 jump rope, blue, long; 1 jump rope, blue, short; 1 bat (D’s); 1 glove (D’s); 2 pairs of goggles, 1 without strap; 1 swim cap, silver, silicone; 1 swim cap, white, stuck-together; 1 buoy; one kick-board, orange; 1 smaller duffel bag containing: 2 knee pads, 2 pairs of soccer knee-socks, and 1 pair of cleats (mine); 1 tent, 1 sleeping bag; and, 1 bike pedal.  Items in use?  0.

I’m not sure why I can’t just seem to stick to one thing without throwing myself into everything.  To prevent any doubt about my mental state, I’ll just carry around that red duffel bag for show and tell.

* our affectionate term for “the bipolar,” something occasionally so present it ought to pay rent.

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