Thoughts from my dad's cellphone

I'm coming back from the city. I'm in the backseat again. Not like a boss, I actually prefer driving especially since my dad and his wife are 60 years old, but they are that kind of person who refuses to acknowledge that a 30 year old is more fit to do certain tasks rather than a tired from being in a Catholic first communion celebration 60 year old who wants to get home as soon as possible.

Hey hey, before you argue with me. Nothing wrong with being 60. We are all getting there and it comes with up and downsides, an upside is experience and wisdom, a downside is reflexes and reaction time decrease as the years go by.

Either way, I am stuck with the mafia boss seat, the one in the back.

I spent all the way to Mexico City writing, curatind sadly, downvoting. And now, I did the same on the way back but it seems I use my cellphone too much because the battery is dead now.

I've been on steem for two and a half years and apparently I've become an addict. One of those addicts that can't be just chillin and enjoying the view while traveling through central México. Nope, I feel like it's lost time and I could be doing something steem related. Since I don't have any posting key with me, all I have left is writing a post for Steem.

Weird, huh? It's been a long time since I don't really have to worry about steem power and curating. Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining, I'm just stating the facts. I'm thinking about that too I have planned in around a month and where I'll be afk 90% of the day and I'm looking forward to it but at the same time I'm dreading it, I'm not sure how I'm going to manage to not look at my phone all the time and come off as rude or even uninterested. We'll see.

Today after the first communion and while my dad and his wife went to visit my grandma (don't judge me, I see her quite frequently) I decided to go play flag football with my ex team, the one that I won a championship with in 2015. We are thinking of reviving the team starting in January next year, so we'll see. So far we are 6 - you need 5 to play - and we are all good players so it's looking good. I've been doing some exercise and I've kept a good physical condition and yet I'm dying inside. I'm tired, my left elbow is hurting and my right ankle - the one I broke in 2014 - is swollen; nothing to worry about, I'm used to being a bit decimated after every game day, especially since I reeeally put myself into it and leave everything on the field.

All I want to do right now is get to my old Farmers town in Puebla, see if I run into my crush - man, you should see her, she's as tall as me, brownish-blonde hair, brown eyes and a few freckles surrounding the cutest smile I've seen in a Mexican girl (granted, she's got Italian heritage from both her parents - and then go take a bath to get in bed and watch a movie while, you guessed right, I'll be curating and doing more steem stuff.

This is the steem life, I chose it and I love it. Read you later, amigos!