I had two separate events happen to me this last week that just really took me for a loop. Neither of which had anything to do with the trilogy....
Book 1 received reading/editing &
Book 2 received some good old computer time. All is well with both and each are progressing nicely. As for the two other items however, well they deserve being retold...
I had one of my daugher's teachers attempt to push me back to the 50's...actually that's not actually far enough, I believe he actually attempted to throw me into Afghanistan. Meeting the man...who will remain nameless out of respect that he chose not to give me , this man talked over me and more importantly held a five-fingered hand in my face almost constantly...in an attempt to hush my reasoning. Now he didn't know me and I never once gave in but let me just say that his demeanor changed only when Scott arrived. It's sad that he felt he only truly needed to show respect when a man entered the room. Regardless, I'm going to leave that alone because frankly ignorance doesn't deserve much thought...acknowledge ignorance and move on....
And that leads me to acknowledging ignorance #2...at my son's football game over the weekend.
Please let me add that we (as a team) are beginning in the program and lack the depth of other teams we play, thus we lose...and lose badly. Some may ask what my son takes from this experience and I would say that he has the resources of 5 dedicated coaches. Well, that is also now in question but that wasn't the second delimna. What was...was another dad. I watched a dad on Saturday scream at the coaches, his son and the remaining players. When the game was over and the scoreboard read 40-0 he approached the field for the second time and dropped F-bombs to a certain coach (in front of my son) even saying he'd take him 'right here and right now.' My son was not impressed. And with both stories I just wanted to share this...either was I.
I live in my own world where I believe that the good will outweigh the bad but in reality, the bad is all around us and it's our job to take care of those we love. I spent quite a bit of time explaining to my daughter and son that sometimes people can just make asses of themselves. Doesn't mean their bad people...it just means that in these particular instances they'd belong better in a foreign country...or in the stands at a NASCAR race.
Forgive me....book details will follow next time...