Hi, loyal readers (all three of you). I told you, whenst next I blogged something, I’d be able to brag about a few things. Trouble was, my cleverly titled headings (‘Random’, ‘Pithy’, and ‘Passions’) didn’t really capture the spirit of this entry.
Do you ever have one of those weeks or weekends where it feels like the stars align and things (everything) go great? Mine was such a weekend.
Friday, I wrote. Saturday, I woke up and the leaf raking I did the previous weekend still had my lawn cleared of leaves. I made pancakes for the family. The carpenter who was going to hang solid-wood, six-panel doors on our bedrooms arrived on time to finish the job. Two guys hired to knock down 6 layers of bricks on our chimney and rebuild it also arrived on time. They all did great work. The six-and-under girls soccer team I coach scored 2 goals in a 2-0 victory (matching our entire season-long scoring – yes, we only scored two goals total in the other 7 games …I played fullback (defense) in my playing days …cut me some slack …we only allowed a total of 9 goals in those 7 games …we’re working on it …offense wins games …defense wins championship …you’ve heard about that, right?). With Saturdays victory, we ended the season 1-4-3 (we played to more than one 0-0 tie …because we’re a defensive team, as I mentioned). To end the season on this note (a flood gate of goals – all two of them) has me and all the parents quite optimistic for the springtime. Not only did we actually score two goals, I dare say we could have had 10 more. But these six year olds are awfully polite, and when they see a wide open net, they graciously allow the goalie to get into position to make a save. And when they dribble past someone, they sportingly allow the defenders time to get back into position and and try to stop us again.
It’s really quite nice, and as a parent you are proud to see how nice and thoughtful your daughter is. But as a coach, it’s a bit maddening.
So, my six-year-olds won their soccer game, and then I was home in time to sweat through an improbable victory by my Michigan State Spartan football team. And from there, it was onto a dinner party with friends – friends with children, which means all the kids run around and break stuff and scream and fight amongst themselves, and we parents can actually talk about something other than who pulled who’s hair, who started what, and further explantions as to how a Lego ended up in both nostrils.
Did I mention those doors? Or old doors never closed. Now they do. And our old master bedroom door never stayed open. Now it does. I should make some connection to new doors, opening new doors, and use them as a metaphor to life and how I’m opening new doors and “walking through them” and stuff like that. Or how “building” and “rebuilding” my chimney was akin to my rebuilding my writing hobby and my blog …but, I hired those things out, so it’s not really like I did them. Watching someone else install new bedroom doors and fix your chimney would be the same as if I just read some blogs and bought a book.
But, I really could’ve used the metaphor, except for that big flaw in the arguement I just pointed out.
I mentioned, I blogged. Then I met with my new client, Fit Kids Connection, and I got them all rolling with Facebook, Twitter, and their blog. You should check it out. And more than that, you should order something and tell ‘em “Don sent me.”
And if I could’ve logged into the Mel Robbins blog, I would’ve also pointed you to a hilarious (sarcasm) article I was going to write about epidemic OxyContin addiction levels in the greater Boston area, and how people can get help, or help someone they love who’s found themselves in the grips of addiction. Don’t worry …I’ll let you know when I write that jaunty little entry. Until then …keep hanging doors, building chimneys, and scoring goals.
