Saturday, July 28, 2012

Grateful That I'm Not Bored This Summer

Word has it that Blagojevich is bored with prison life.  Enough already.  I get it.  I'd turn to pulling out my eyebrows if I was there this long.  Only 13 3/4 years left to go. 

I'm grateful that I've been too busy to blog about why I'm grateful I'm not Blago.  Summer heat has me locked up...sort of.   I love time in my house.  It's my STP summer.  "Summer To Purge."  Cleaning out the basement.  When your son is on a travel baseball team, any time you have to yourself is spent cleaning the house, running errands, etc. 

August is around the corner.  I'm going to pretend that I'm in Europe.  Even though I'm working, I'll make sure I visit a bistro for lunch or dinner.  I'll pretend I'm a tourist in Chicago.  I love Buckingham Fountain.  The best view in the world is along the Terrace at the Trump Tower.  It overlooks Lake Michigan. Not so sure what the view is like from Blago's cell in prison.  He runs around the track every day.  Same view.  Day after day. 

I'm working in Columbus, Ohio this week.  The Ohio State Fair is just down the road.  Dinner on a stick sounds divine.  I would never have even considered standing in this heat, surrounded by hundreds of people as an option for fun.  But I'm grateful for a change in scenery.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Grateful To Be There When My Son Strikes Out.

It started on a Saturday morning in mid-July.  The pacing.  My son was in Florida on his first tournament with his travel 15 & U baseball team.  We sent him off on Thursday with the team.  It was his first flight without us.  Friday's game was rained out.  He was going to play on Saturday. 

It would be the first game my husband didn't attend in all these years.  He coached our son's little league team forever.  He thought he would be able to handle the suspense. He literally paced in the living room waiting for a call from another dad who went down for the games.  Up and down the wood floor. How did they do?  How did my son play?  How was his swing?  Did he pitch?  What's the competition like?

I looked at my husband and said, "Let's go."  He tied up loose ends at work, and we drove all night.  We actually drove INTO Tropical Storm Debbie to see the games.  To be there.  I'm grateful that we were free to leave.  I can't even imagine what it would be like to pace and know that I can't leave.  Blagojevich is a loving father.  I'm not sure what sports his daughter's were in, if any.  But I know he paces. 

The games were fun, but my son was struggling.  He pitched a great game against tough players from Miami. However, he just couldn't connect when he went up to bat.  I was so grateful that my husband was able to talk to him.  "Take a step back from the plate. Your arms grew. You're hitting the ball in the center of the bat, not the end."

We drove home a few days later.  So grateful that the rain stopped.  Grateful for a chance to see the beaches along the Gulf of Mexico and to have lunch on Captiva Island.  It was a long ride.  Better to drive than to have spent the time pacing.