Another week gone, and I'm sitting here wondering what I actually accomplished. My husband was out of town for most of the week, so that meant less cooking, more reading, and no one to share the responsibility of picking up and dropping off for football practice. Amongst some of my friends (I won't name names to protect identities) a husband out of town can be like a mini-vacation of sorts, but we would never admit it to them. It is the wife's best-kept secret! Still, it does get lonely after awhile, and I was glad to have him back Thursday evening.
A quick diversion while I talk about football for a second: Football season has been going on since August 2nd at the Nawrot house, has required between three and five practices a week, a game each week that basically takes up most of our Saturday, volunteer hours for parents, a fundraiser or two, and multiple contusions on my son's body. We had our last game of the regular season yesterday (blew out the other team 30-0) and are headed into playoffs, which start next week. We have a practice today at 8:30am (I guess in Florida it is football over God?), a practice Monday night, and a game Tuesday night, with more practices and games if we win. While this sport has totally consumed our lives for nearly three months, I just felt the need to stop and acknowledge the beauty of it all. It teaches the kids to work as a team, to have each other's backs, that success only comes with exhausting and painful hard work, they learn a rigid, militaristic discipline, and it makes little men out of these kids. I've never seen my son so totally consumed with passion for anything besides video games. He even gets emotional when he talks about the end of the season (which he prays will continue for as long as possible.) My kids have played just about every sport there is...baseball, golf, soccer, basketball, track, volleyball...but nothing has quite had the same impact. So while I look forward to having my life back at some point, it is bittersweet. I had to get that off my chest.
So anyway, Friday morning I was flying around the house, and I smashed my left foot on something and it dropped me in my tracks and actually brought me to tears, and I'm not a crying-from-pain kind of girl. I don't know if I actually broke the damn thing (who can tell?) but I can barely walk. This is quite distressing for someone who loves to walk. I guess we will see this Tuesday when I meet my friend Susan for our frequent walking / therapy session. I am such a klutz.
I did get some reading done this week. I finished The Typist, but haven't written the review yet. It is a toughie. It was a subtle but wonderful viewpoint of post WWII occupation of Japan, and left me thinking about it for days. I also read a quick short story (novella?) called Blockade Billy by Stephen King. James (Ready When You Are, C.B.) and I thought we might do something fun with it. We will see. I'm also about two-thirds of the way through Room, which I am reading for one of my book clubs. Holy crap, you guys. I know it seems like half the world has read this book and I'd been warned that it was unique and disturbing, but nothing can quite prepare you for this. This woman is freaking brilliant.
In audiobook land, the kids and I continue to slowly listen to White Cat. I'm not making any judgements yet on this one - it is too soon to tell. Our listening in the car has been on the unproductive side, either because we are not all in the car together, or there is an drama that needs to be discussed, or studying that needs to be done. This book is only six discs though, so we will get there. I'm also thiiiiis close to finishing Last Night at Twisted River by John Irving. A consuming book for sure. Don't know that I would put it on my top ten list, but after twenty discs, you can help but get sucked into the story. I should knock that out today. No idea on what I will listen to next. Red Hook Road? Time Traveler's Wife? Angelology? Venetia Kelly's Traveling Show? Backseat Saints? What do you think?
OK, time to get the child out of bed and feed him before practice. It has been nice having this peaceful quiet time with you. Have a great Sunday!