It's 9:00 and I just got back from my run. I had to go run this day off. UGH. I'm unsettled. I remember one year ago this Patriot's Day feeling the same way. Some yahstick had just exploded homemade bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon...it was so unthinkable; I had to go run. Today I had the same kind of feeling, but I think it runs deeper than just the anniversary of the Boston bombing.
It started with another yahstick driving mach 10 in reverse out of his driveway at 7:04 this morning. DIDN'T even glance to see if there was oncoming traffic moving west on Middle Ridge Road ~ there was! {ME}. I slam on my breaks and hit my horn so he can slam on his breaks...we stopped inches from each other with his kid fully turned around in his seat {I'm assuming he wasn't buckled in}. And instead of looking sheepish and apologizing, he motions for me to get moving out of his way. Yahstick! I really wanted to knock on his front door after school today & inform his wife of what a yahstick she lets drive her son around. I didn't, but I wanted to.
Then there was school...At some point someone is going to have to realize that when parents don't value education, their children will most likely be left behind. I'm just saying. I'd love to get into the whole story...but this is a little too public, even if no one really reads my blog.
Then I get a text at 3:35 from Jacob. We're on our way to South and I need shorts!!!!! He was introduced by coach as "Jacob, I hope my mom gets here with my shorts, Barton" I made it...but really?! What happened to the kid who knew what was going on?
So a deep breath
and a 4.5 mile run
Tomorrow at this time I'll be in Pittsburgh singing along with BRUCE at my 10th Springsteen concert ~ Then it's off to Cincinnati to bring Patrick home for summer.
Life is good ~ crazy ~ but good.
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