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changing of the (sports) seasons

Posted on September 13, 2015 by robynbird

Without doubt, Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year.
Thing 2 calls me “basic” because I love to wear sweaters and boots and jeans. She says my saving grace is that I don’t drink Starbucks.
I’m not “basic”. I’m just me.

For me fall is cool crisp air and being able to be outside without wanting to die. It is jeans and boots and sweaters. It’s driving with the windows down and being able to breathe without gasping.

Fall brings in the end of the beloved baseball season.
I feel rather sad about that because my Washington Nationals won’t be looking towards October without a miracle. Which is just going to have to be OK this season. Everyone on and off the DL, a bullpen that’s somehow lost it’s way. I love my team no matter what, but it just seems a shame they couldn’t get it together.

I know all sports seasons overlap. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
It really does irritate me that the ‘boys of summer’ can’t get off their diamond before the guys in shoulder pads and helmets take the gridiron.
I do not like American football. And it’s not just because I’m a girl, I know plenty of girls who live and die for football. I’m a Southern girl, but football isn’t my religion.

Thing C is a total football fanboy. His favorite team has fans that wear cheese on their heads. But it’s not just Packers games that he’s interested in. He follows all the teams, watches all the games.
He knows I am this meme.

So we negotiate television time during the fall and winter.

I don’t begrudge those who love the sport. I just choose to abstain. I honestly derive no joy from watching it. I’ve never seen people shout at their TVs more than during football season. And that’s saying a lot because I always holler at the baseball players.

It’s a matter of taste. What you like.
I like a spring and summer game that ends in October.
I like the weather Autumn brings.
I like to wear sweaters.
I like to play in the leaves.
I like scarecrows and pumpkin patches.

Autumn and I’ve come to a sort of agreement:
I leave football to the ones who love it. Who eat, sleep and breathe it.
I’ll eat chicken pot pie, sleep with the windows open, and breathe the cool crisp air.
And everybody’s happy.
Except the Nats.
It’s OK, boys, April is only seven months away.

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kiss your brain

Posted on November 23, 2014 by robynbird

I don’t normally love Thanksgiving. I mean the actual ‘holiday’, not the concept. To me it’s just an inconvenient stop between Halloween and Christmas. I am thankful all my days…I don’t need a specific day to celebrate my gratitude. I have an issue with the conspicuous consumption of food on Thanksgiving Day. Now, I absolutely love food, but it seems to me that Thanksgiving is more about celebrating gluttony than giving thanks.

All of that said, I have to admit I’m actually feeling enthusiastic about Thanksgiving this year. There are two reasons for this. The first reason is even though my child won’t be living in it, the basement is finally finished and we are beginning to put our home and our lives back together.
The second is because I ordered all my food from Wegmans this year.
The entire meal, from turkey to cranberries, completely cooked, packaged up and ready for me to heat and serve. This feels equally wrong and right. I’m perfectly capable of making Thanksgiving dinner for eight, but I don’t really want to. Wegmans has everything I need for a price I couldn’t argue. I’d have spent just as much gathering all the ingredients.
I’m a teeny bit ashamed of myself…but I’m so relieved I’m not going to be stuck in the kitchen all damn day and missing the thing I love about Thanksgiving…the Macy’s Parade. Won’t be stuck in the kitchen all damn day while people lounge on the giant sofa in front of football games.
I’ll heat that food, serve it up pretty, have other people clear and clean up and enjoy my day.
There will be a teeny bit of me that is ashamed for not cooking…I’ll just pour her another glass of wine and she’ll shut up quickly enough.

I’m thankful for the people in my life, my family and friends and the love we share. For my home where I feel safe and loved.
I’m especially thankful for a man who loves me because I’m me and not for what he’d like me to be.
I’m thankful I am so close with my co-teacher, that she and I were meant to be in a classroom together, that we make each other better teachers.
I’m thankful for words. Word that have been written, words not yet written.
I’m thankful for art, all kinds of visual art, but mostly books and music.
I’m thankful for Macy’s and their parade because it really does bring me joy even though I cry every year when Santa arrives.
I’m thankful for Wegmans and their delicious food and reasonable pricing.
And wine! I’m SO thankful for wine!

There is a wonderful teacher in my school who has the most precious habit of encouraging her students to “kiss their brains”. They do this by kissing their hands and placing them on their heads. She encourages them to do this when the are attempting to learn, when they have learned or when they just need a bit of reassurance.
I love this practice!
I’m thankful for my brain, for everything it helps me do.
I kiss my brain.
And I encourage you to do the same.