Running Sprints (224/365)

 
“In football they measure forty-yard sprints. Nobody runs forty yards in basketball. Maybe you run the ninety-four feet of the court; then you stop, not on a dime, but on Miss Liberty's torch. In football you run over somebody's face.”

Donald Hall (b. 1928), U.S. poet, essayist. "Basketball: The Purest Sport of Bodies," Fathers Playing Catch with Sons: Essays on Sport, North Point Press (1985).

TIME:  8:00 PM
PLACE:  Jaycee Field
SUBJECT:  MonkeyBoy

It’s that time of year again…football season.  Well, the practices have started at least.  They practice three times a week – Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday - until the games start in September, then they drop down to twice a week – Tuesday and Thursday evenings.  The girls decided that they did not want to cheer this year, so normally we are usually at home while the guys go to practice (HH is coaching again).  This evening HH had a meeting to attend after practice, so I picked up MB and took him home.

Rosebud (225/365)

“I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.”

Eleanor Roosevelt (American United Nations Diplomat, Humanitarian and First Lady (1933-45), wife of Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd US president. 1884-1962)

TIME:  7:42 PM
PLACE:  Jaycees Park
SUBJECT:  Rosebud

I ended up having to take the kiddos into work today, threatening them with bodily harm if they fought, whined or bothered me while we were there.  They did good, sitting in the conference room, watching a movie on their notebook computer and playing with the Mr. Potato Heads that StellaDella brought.  Sometimes threats do work! ;) 

Tonight was football and cheerleading practice again.  I can’t complain – I really don’t mind being there for the 2 hours that they practice.  I bring a magazine or book to read and I find it quite relaxing.  Tonight, I wandered about and found this rosebud on the side of the Jaycees’ building.  Ta-da!  I had my photo for today.

Oaks Inside (215/365)

 
The acorn's not yet
Fallen from the tree
That's to grow the wood,
That's to make the cradle,
That's to rock the bairn,
That's to grow a man,
That's to lay me.

Unknown. The Cauld Lad of Hilton or, The Wandering Spectre (l. 2–8). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.

TIME:  7:19 PM
PLACE:  Jaycees Park
SUBJECT:  Acorns

Today was a day spent doing laundry and trying to catch our breath from our busy weekend.  From 6-8pm tonight, MonkeyBoy had football practice and the girls had their cheerleading practice.  HandsomeHusband is helping out by doing some coaching for the boys, so I was with the girls.  I got a kick out of watching StellaDella learning the cheers.  I sincerely hope her co-ordination kicks in soon, LOL!  During the cheer breaks, she amused herself by plucking the young acorns from the tree.  She set them by me for safekeeping - placing them on the railroad tie that served as my chair for the evening.  I turned the camera to its macro setting, put it on the weathered wood by my right hip and pressed the shutter.  This is what I got.