Watching the game. Can ou tell my level of interest? |
One of those days
when you wake up to rain and it never really stops. Demoralizing, depressing. I
fear I am tired of telling myself how grateful I am for the rain—the ground is
saturated, which of course makes for muddy dogs. I watched one of the Cavaliers
slip on the wet deck and nearly go tumbling down the steps. When I went into
the main house, I didn’t feel much more sure-footed myself.
We were overdue
for a mowing on Friday and of course it rained. The weeds are long enough that
I’m worried about snakes getting the dogs. We have weeds because a fungus among
us destroyed our grass in the backyard. I am really tired too of looking at the
overgrown mix of weeds and surviving grass. Last year we had such a beautiful
lush lawn.
Jordan and
Christian had friends over to watch the TCU/Texas game, all young people I am
really fond of. Young? Ouch—they’re sure approaching middle age. Hard for me to
believe. At any rate it was nice to be surrounded by conversation and company,
a break from the dreary day, though one girl, a Texas fan, said, “I was going to
tell you that you look pretty, but since TCU is winning, I take it back.” At
the end of the game, a disaster for TCU and triumph for Texas, as I was
leaving, she said, “Okay, you look pretty.”
I always root for TCU,
but I am not what you’d call an ardent football fan. I usually don’t watch,
partly because I don’t understand. I see a jumble of men pounce on the ball and
I hear people of one persuasion or another cheering or holding their breath or
booing, but I really have no idea what happened. I told the group I’d brought a
book just in case they got boring.
I do worry about
my Megan. Although she went to UT for law school, she remains a rabid TCU fan.
Her husband is equally rabid about UT, though he too only went there for law
school. Theirs is a divided—and vocal—household. And their youngest son,
eleven-year-old Ford, is a devoted TCU fan When I said I worried about Megan,
Christian pointed out that Ford was the one who would suffer.
More rain tomorrow
I suspect. Everyone get out your boots and stay safe and dry.
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