Day 31 - Volleyball parent duties started at 6:30 a.m. and ended 12:00 a.m. I did walk to the van a few times to gather sustenance for the athlete. Mostly I sat or rocked from foot to foot, ate and watched people for 12 hours. I am sure most parents and relatives attend these volleyball tournaments to cheer for their children and probably love the sport of volleyball. And yes, I am there to watch my kid and provide support (usually in the form of food, water or cash). But mostly I entertain myself by checking out the sub-culture that is volleyball. After all these years I absolutely cannot get over the stereotypical referee. Non-athletic, white, large men or smallish women and across the board painfully socially awkward. How did these people find their way to reffing volleyball? I spend at least two hours every tournament puzzling over the referees. I spend another two hours looking at hair and clothing styles of the other spectators. (Know this: I have a policy of not making fun of people for things they cannot change, like height or bone structure for instance, but style choices are open game for me.) So when I see the little lady with a very large puff of red permed, quaffed hair, I can't help but wonder if she is somehow related to Ronald McDonald. I was fascinated by a guy who had carefully combed his stick straight blondish hair straight down on his head. He looked like a six year old on his way to have his school picture taken. These people look in a mirror every day and think, "Yup! Perfect! Good to go!" Obviously they don't know people who make comments like, "Oh, you're leaving the house like that?" Rock your authentic selves! Thanks for the entertainment!
Day 32 - Another 45 inches of snow. Yea Ohio! You suck! I broke my vow and shoveled more flakes of snow. Consider it part of my Fitbit steps and workout! Now it can all just melt away so I can complain about the mud instead.
Day 31 - No Check (but points for a really long day)
Day 32 - Snow Check!