Good morning! It still is morning even though it
somehow seems like it should be afternoon. I’m glad it isn’t, because the boys
are still both working on their math, but still. . .
Yesterday for soccer practice the boys played a game
against the parents. Some parents didn’t play (like me) but a lot did. Seth was
bummed because the parents won something like 6 to 1. Still, I think they all
had a lot of fun.
It was interesting as well because a hot topic for the
parents was the game Saturday and, more particularly the Petersham coach. One
mother was saying that her husband didn’t believe her that he was so bad. Last
year she went to the games against Petersham, this time, he did. The team this
year is comprised of three from last year. The U12 boys had two teams last year
and several of the boys were U10 last year. This particular coach the U10
parents wouldn’t have seen in action last year but both U12 teams would have
and did. One parent sent an email to whoever is in charge of town leagues. I
hope it does some good.
Cedric told me that it was Dominic that the Petersham
coach told his players to take out and several players reported that he called
them losers when they were at his end of the field and near enough for him to
say it without yelling too loudly. Seth says that he was running and he
accidentally stepped on the toes of a Petersham player and said, “I’m sorry,
are you okay?”
The player said, “Oh, it’s okay.”
But the coach said, “Loser!”
The field was wet, they’re kids (children, actually,
if they were kids it would be another game altogether), and they were playing
soccer. Toes get stepped on. Seth said he wanted to say to the coach, “We’re
just kids and you’re an adult and we’re okay with it.”
Several parents commented on how quiet the Petersham
parents are and wonder if maybe they’re cowed by the coach. They don’t yell or
cheer or clap nearly as much as any of the parents of other teams the boys have
played. Most parents of opposing teams even clap when a goalie makes a good
block or an injured player gets up or someone makes a good play. The
Hubbardston parents do. But the parents of this Petersham team do not. Sad.
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| A cool tree at Camp Collier. |
Tomorrow will be the last practice and Saturday will
be the last game. It is sad because I really do like watching the boys play but
it is also nice to have a break from practices as well.
Other than that, the day was pretty uneventful other
than the usual things that we do. The silver Jetta did decide to have something
go wrong like a broken alternator belt. Paul’s hoping that’s all it is and so
am I because that means he gets the white Jetta until the silver one is fixed
which means I get the van. From an economic standpoint, it makes sense but I do
not like driving the van. At all. The only benefit is that the CD player works.
That’s it.
Groovy.
Today has been a
ssssssssssssssssslllllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww
day for Joseph. Recess at 10:15 has come and gone and he is still working on
his math. Seth is almost done with his handwriting which is all he needs to do
other than reading and we’ll do that once they are both done.
I would like them both to hurry and get done but it
doesn’t often go the way I would like it to.
This afternoon after lunch we are going to go to Dunn
Park and walk around the lake or pond or whatever the body of water is called.
It is only about a mile so we’ll do the other trail that is there as well.
Sunday or next Tuesday I'd like to take us to Doane’s Falls again and do a hike
I was looking at this morning. There are
so many places to go and we need to go to them and do some walking and
exploring. I’m not sure how much we’ll do during the winter but until it snows
and even some when there isn’t much we can do some exploring. I love winter,
anyway, and water does wonderful things when it freezes.
For some reason Paul felt the urge to cut up and stir
fry the pork chops I thawed out Sunday. I was thinking about cooking them for
dinner because I really only like them cooked one way and that’s the way my
mother did them when we were growing up. I don’t like them grilled. I don’t
like them fried in a frying pan. If you chop them up it’s another matter but
whole, that’s the long and short of it. Anyway, because he was doing that, he
didn’t leave for work until almost 10:00 which is later than he usually does.
So, I was going to end with that but it gave me the
same word count (843) as a recent post and I just couldn’t have that.
Especially since the event I chose for that year is my favorite one. I supposed
I could have settled for something else but I didn’t want to. If I come up with
843 again, I’ll use something else. Probably.
A few months ago I had a conversation with someone
about whether Massachusetts or Siskiyou County was farther north. I was pretty
sure they were about the same and a few days ago, I looked it up. Just FYI for
four places I’ve lived in four different states:
McCloud, CA 41.254°N 122.1364°W 3,271 ft elevation
Hubbardston, MA 42.4736°N 72.0067°W 993 ft
Bonners Ferry, ID 48.6922°N 116.3175°W 1,896 ft
Bloomfield, NM 36.7108°N 107.9828°W 5,500 ft
Just for fun, I thought I’d look up the average
humidity for each place but that’s easier said than done. What I did find is that McCloud is 190.0
miles away from the nearest city of 200,000 or more (Sacramento) and 536.7
miles to the nearest city of 1,000,000 or larger (Los Angeles). Hubbardston,
however, is only 65.1 miles away from Boston which has a population of over
600,000. I imagine if you add all the cities around it, you’d have something
quite a bit larger.
And that’s about it for today. Have a fantastical day!
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