My wife is getting her coffee pot ready, which is something I completely do not understand. My stepdaughter is sitting in a chair and messing around on her phone. Daisy Dog is in the other chair checking out the scene. I am at the kitchen bar typing a blog post and sipping on a glass of Blanton’s. If you do not know what that is, then you have not lived.
We just got home from the opening night of a volleyball tournament. The team suffered their first loss of the year, but it was during the round robin part of the schedule. Tomorrow, it gets serious. The plan is to make it back to the team that beat us and return the favor.
It is interesting to watch parents who have middle school kids playing a sport. Some are calm. Some are boisterous. Some are cocky. Some just look worn out.
The tournament is being held at the local high school, and, as we left, a football game was going on across the way. The crowd was cheering. The band was playing. The public address announcer was making announcements.
I have always found it interesting to listen to a game from outside the stadium, but I cannot explain why I feel that way. It is like being part of something but being separated from it at the same time. At times, I have felt that way in real life. It also makes me imagine a Roman walking by the Colosseum while the crowd cheers for blood.
I know. My mind can go to some weird places.
Well, it looks like everyone has started to move. My stepdaughter just walked into her room and shut the door. My wife just took off toward the other end of the house. Daisy Dog is still here and so is the glass of Blanton’s.
I think I will sip on it for a while.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 