My mind was racing this morning
about getting up, not getting, up, doing yoga, not doing yoga, and the benefits and downfalls of both sides. By the time I actually
looked at the clock, it seemed I had started this argument with self right
around the time my alarm should have
gone off, as it was now 6:45 and I had 15 minutes to throw down some coffee
before go-time. I was down to one Giants
shirt that fits (I can’t fit into the one from Japan and I’m not sure where my
Gigantes de San Francisco shirt is), but the size 8 pants are too snug (this is
totally Maggie’s fault, but she is (thank god)
aware of it) and I’m just about out of clean stuff…so I put on a black skirt
and my cowboy boots. I think I am starting to resemble pre-bag lady status, seriously. When I didn’t wear a Giants shirt, we lost, so I have to
do my part to send good karma.
There is some WEIRD stuff going on…kids
are off, grown-ups are off…the energy is odd and I wasn’t the only one who
noticed it. Several adults mentioned it
as well. Kids were leaving in droves –
in our class of 13, I think 5 checked out.
Strange, indeed. I do love seeing teachers wearing orange, though. We are connected. <grin> Day done and
off to grab Maggie for her conference.
As always, she is doing very well and excels. Proud of her.
Her dad took her to my house as I headed straight to class.
Driving, I managed to finish a convo
with my sister just in time to tune in to hear Tim and Nicki Bluhm sing the national
anthem for game 5. IT was the most unique way I have ever heard it sung and
oddly, it was in a pitch that I could match.
The three of us sounded terrific together.
Class was interesting, but I’m not
going to lie, Ryan and I were paying attention our apps and watching the game. I was very depressed for half the game with the 3-2 score in favor of the Cards, but this is the Giants: I don’t
recall a shut our game in the play-offs ever.
Class was released early and I raced to the car to listen on the drive
home. Very tense, bottom of the 9th,
and Ishikawa hits a 3-run homer which gets us the win. I didn’t even scream as my throat is still
sore from the last few nights. I love the
fact that their World Series years are 10-12-14: My sobriety date. We are Giant.
Home to read to Maggie some of
Harry Potter. I always do this in
appropriate accents, which the kids love, and my croaky British voice was
helped a great deal by the Giants. I was
so honored today to see Maggie’s folder, where she and friends are writing a
British series in which they use accents.
How rad to be a positive influence in your children’s lives. Looking forward to an adventure this weekend.
Pictures: I am questioning that hair "flump" (as I call the weird hair thingy), but Maggie said I should leave my hair down; shooting some hoops at Union Mine; Never settle for Less; My kids said Dude with sunglasses "looked like the guy on the drug show" <Breaking Bad> I should watch that again. Never made it past season 4
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