Top secrets…

That’s where Clough was, a bit drunk, a bit lonely…

staring at saddles he’d never live to afford.

Gorgeous nubuck calfskin saddles in the milkiest browns of the spectrum…

Smooth as a lady’s inner thighs,

with pure merino wool sweatbands…

— in The Man Game by Lee Henderson

Sounds like,

smells like,

looks like,

a bellyaching Canuck fan…

More than once I’ve been on the receiving end of the words,

My needs aren’t being met in this relationship…

It is hard to tell people that you can’t give them what they didn’t get from their mother,

especially if you’re saying it to your mother…

But it is necessary…

And it is even more difficult to tell yourself that it isn’t your job to give it,

and then put a stop to the giving…

Weaning my children off the breast took less than a week,

weaning adults can be a lifetime project…

This smacks of the history of the Canucks and their fans…

I’m not going to name any names but I just heard a sportscaster say,

something like,

We’ve been waiting for forty years for the Canucks to win a Stanley Cup final…

We NEED a trade deal to make a better team,

because this one isn’t going to do it for us…

This sounds like a sour dried up marriage that you’ll hold onto your season tickets for…

Come hell or high water…

Just to spite yourself,

and your wife…

It isn’t the Canucks’ job to make you feel good,

it is their job to hockey showtime…

And that is what they do,

very well…

Remember how excited and happy every one was LAST Sunday after Team Canada won gold,

and then remember the crash Monday morning…

We’re still in recovery from our hangover on happy…

What would the morning after a Stanley Cup win look like,

smell like,

and feel like???

My guess is yesterday’s news,

acid indigestion,

and heartburn,

followed by some diarrhea…

Since I am still in the honeymoon phase of my relationship with the Canucks,

and this isn’t my first relationship,

I know that you need to look at what you are bringing to the equation,

before you enter it,

and you need to look hard…

Do you show up dressed for a date,

or like you just walked out of six months in the bush???

Is your approach fresh and fancy,

or is it full of dirty chi???

Because I have been mothering since I was in the egg I was always so preoccupied with the needs of everyone else that I didn’t know that I have needs too…

I’m growing quite a list…

And the more I learn about myself,

the more creative the list is getting…

My left eye is twitching due to strain from watching the Olympics,

so I listened to the Canucks play the Hurricanes in Raleigh, N.C. on the TEAM 1040 Tuesday night…

I sat down on the couch with my knitting,

my needs,

and a prayer for the highest good…

I said to myself,

I need Burrows and Wellwood to score,

and the Canucks to win…

and then they got it done…

I have big time faith in the current roster…

Plus now,

contrary to Buddhist recommendations,

I’m attached to it…

So I have been VERY happy with Trade Day,

and Mike Gillis’ lacktivity…

I suspect that Canuck’s management has some inside information,

and wisdom…

Information and wisdom that I am not about to leak,

or discharge,

in order to soothe anxieties,

with crystal ball promises…

I’ve been there and done that…

I’m going to put my efforts into showing up on time for an acupuncture appointment in order to relieve the energy of concussion that I have been experiencing,

empathically…