First of all, I want to say, I am very tired. Very tired as I said of all of the back biting and sniping going on within RWA and on the blogs. It’s so high school. If I was done before, I am well done now. It’s gotten to the point where there are weekly author bashing sessions going on all over the internet. It’s ugly, and it’s sad. I am weary of all of the bitchyness in the name of industry information. You can have it. All of it. If I want any industry information there are other avenues. Like my agent, and my editors. Not to mention PW and PM.
And people wonder why romance gets no respect. Hell, we can’t even respect each other.
So, on to lighter news. Yesterday I spent the better part of the day with my engaged daughter. We have picked a venue for her reception. Nailed the menu, the alcohol, and the linens. I have contacted the DJ we want, and he’s available. Last night my daughter’s Maid of Honor called wanting to chat about the bachelorette party. Of course my kid wants to take her girls to NYC. I flat out told her no. She doesn’t want to go to San Fran. She doesn’t want to go to Las Vegas. She wants South Beach in Miami, or Manhattan. Gawd. So, since this is something I really don’t have to worry about right now, I won’t.
Although I thoroughly enjoyed our time together yesterday, it was draining and I needed a nap. Instead I got to do something better. My youngest son’s football team had passing league last night at the local JC. Passing league is just that, the teams hone their passing game, sans pads, but with helmets. There is supposed to be no tackling.
When hubby and I walked up into the stands there weren’t many parents around. But within a half an hour, we had a group. People were moving their seats to come sit with us. In no time we had a boisterous crowd. It was like no time had passed since last season. I’ve known many of these parents forever. My friend, we’ll call her LB, and I have been sitting together since both of our oldest boys played together as freshmen. Both are butt heads and both are off to college. Now our youngest boys play together. Last night is the first time I have really sat down with her since the end of last season. We laughed our asses off.
So last night while we watched our kids down on the field we all caught up. We laughed. We chatted, hubby handed out a few cards, (he has his eye on a few kids) and generally had a fabulous social time. The only sour note was my kid, who, playing free safety jumped up to break up a play (which he did. It was beautiful) and landed on his shoulder. I knew immediately from his very subtle body language (see, my kid won’t let his coaches know he’s injured, coz then he can’t play, but mama knew).
Being the bold mama bear that I am, I went down to the sideline and asked my boy if it was the same shoulder injury from last year. He gave me a murderous look. Not because he was angry with me, but because he was furious his game was being interrupted by an injury. Sigh. We slapped an ice pack on him and he was back on the field ten minutes later. His coaches should not have allowed him back, but probably did because the kid said he was ok. He wasn’t. Still a stud at 65% he needed to be sidelined. Last night when he got out of the shower and tried to put on a tee shirt, his moans of pain had me out of my office and into his room in a flash.
Again, that murderous look. “I didn’t know you were up here,” he said. He was embarrassed I heard his pain. I helped him the rest of the way. It was good for him he allowed me.
Needless to say, he didn’t practice this a.m. just went and watched. He sees the specialist tomorrow. I love my kid. I love the way he toughs it out, but I wish he’d listen to his body and not try to push so hard through the pain. His brother is the same way. And so is his dad. Me? At the first hint of pain? Give me the narcotics!
So today, I went to a funeral. My name is Karin Lynn. This funeral was for another Karin Lynn. She was only 40 years old. She left two beautiful children behind and a grieving husband. She died of melanoma. She was a runner. I didn’t know her, she was the daughter-in-law of good friends of my in-laws. People I adore. So of course hubby and I went to support this great family. There must have been 400 people at the church. Amazing. We all wore pink. She loved pink. It was a very uplifting ceremony.
The reverend said a lot that resonated with me today but this stuck. “It’s not the number of years you spend here on earth but how you spend those years.” No kidding. It just made me that much more determined not to get caught up in all the flame wars on the internet. When I came home a while ago, I deleted almost 200 emails. That was what had accumulated since last night. I am so not wasting one minute of my life on the negative BS. Or negative BSing people. LOL, I feel like getting out a crucifix and holding it out in front of me to ward off all of those vampires out there.
So, while I am physically tired, I am also emotionally drained right now. But in a good way. Today is my father-in-law’s birthday, and god bless him, he spent it celebrating the death of a very brave woman he barely knew. But then, that’s dad. I also realized sitting there today looking around at all of Karin’s supporters, my in-laws, my husband, and listening to the preacher, that I am very blessed.
So, let’s end this blog post with an uplifting question: What are you thankful for?