Day 9

Day nine of this 30-day blogging challenge. 9:09 at night and I don't have anything awesome, earth-shattering, or even awesome to share. It's been a long day -- up at 5:30 to take C to surgery (shoulder repair); rush home to get her settled before job interview; rush home from that to get ready to teach class tonight.

Whew!

I remember hearing a story about my dad, probably told to me by my dad, about a football game he was watching when he was a young man. The running back on the team he was rooting for had the ball and was running down the field towards the goal line. He made the touchdown, and as the crowd cheered, my dad realized that in his excitement, he had been running parallel to the player in the bleachers. He stopped, embarrassed, as he realized what he had done. The moral of that story was, for him, that he needed to control his emotions and hopes and not be so expressive.

As an impressionable child, you can see how a story like that might have affected me. So while it's true that I mentioned that I had a job interview today, I'm going to stop running down the sideline with the running back and not give any details here about how it went or how hopeful I am (stop running!) and just say -- fingers crossed.

Meanwhile, happy Wednesday. It's been a good, long day. Or a long, good day. You choose.