We’ve been busy here at the LightHouse and my blogging time has suffered. Summer hit. With it came some new adventures that have taken me away from my blogpost. Let’s see …
Hockey … yep … there’s still hockey. I’ve taken on the role as Team Manager for LightGirl’s team in the coming season. I attended a team managers meeting for the league a few weeks ago. Wow. It’s been a couple of weeks now and I’m still processing the culture shock. The world of travel hockey is definitely a “third space” for many of these families. It also seems to be a “second language.” O my, o my. One thing I did learn from that meeting (led by the league registrar and financial officer) is that the players must fill out forms. I felt a veritable blizzard in July coming on during that meeting and the temperature of the ice rink did nothing to dissuade me. Paper … my very favorite renewable resource. I do get to organize it all into a three-ring binder and carry it neatly to games. Swell.
On the other hand, this is a role which will give me greater interaction with the girls. I’m excited about that prospect. I love this age group and working with young women of this age again will be good. LightGirl is none too pleased, she is certain that all of my faults as a mother will be on display. I reassured her that I save those mistakes for her and LightBoy. She was somewhat mollified. Hah!
Sunday we take LightGirl to Penn State for hockey camp. She’ll stay there for a week and play hockey, hockey, hockey with her friends. She’s going to die. It’s going to be like hockey boot camp. They have breakfast and room check at 7 a.m. This alone will kill her. Then she’s going to have to work like there’s no tomorrow. And then work some more. It’s going to really test how much she loves the sport. She will either thrive … or die. I’m betting on thrive … with a lot of pain for good measure. However, the anticipation is going to drive me to the hoosegow. I’ve had the opportunity to overhear several conversations between LightGirl and a couple of her teammates that are also going. The teammates have also not been to this camp before. The speculation and giggling are hilarious. They are also ruining my ability to concentrate on preparation.
LightGirl has a new “do” now. She has a bob. Think 1920’s Flapper girl and you have a good picture. It completely suits her and frames her sweet, sassy face. She’s so funny though, she keeps calling it a “bobbin.” Because her mother is a quilter, so it’s a bobbin. Like the thing you put in a sewing machine. I struggled to keep a straight face. After the hair cut, we went shopping and out to dinner. It was a fun “girls” afternoon and evening. She grilled me on whether or not I would miss her while she was gone. I had a hard time with that question. She won’t be gone long enough for me to truly begin to miss her. I am excited for her. I think she’s going to have a wonderful time; she’s going to be learning and engaging with people in a whole new way. I will miss hearing about that daily. We’ll catch up at the end of the week. But this is a new stage of her life. One where she is beginning to pull out from the dock and do things without us. I’m thrilled to be sure. There is a small part of me that is sad. But most of me is just looking ahead to all the possibilities … the horizon is broad, the choices are popping up like daisies. Adventure is calling … where will it take her?
LightBoy is going to be busy next week too. He’s going to a hockey camp of his own. Day camp here at the home rink. I’m relatively certain that staying home with mom and dad is going to include going to a movie or two and maybe a favorite dinner or dessert. Something fun here or there.
In the midst of all of this, I have been continuing to go my place of exercise regularly. I’ve not been doing laundry regularly so there is now a large pile of unfolded but clean clothes in my livingroom. The piles of unclean clothes are much smaller now. I am attempting to declutter our house a little at a time. “A little” being the key phrase in the previous sentence. So little, that in fact, it is imperceptible to the human eye. I believe that our “stuff” reproduces in the night when no one is awake. It does the hoochy-koochy with each other … the nasty as it were … and makes little stuffs to grow and live in the dark corners until they can assume proper adulthood in my closets. I think I’ve discovered what the origin and purpose of dust bunnies are. Hmmm …
So … yeah … we’ve been busy. Running around. Doing school. Chasing life. Wondering … laughing … crying … all the regular stuff.
P.S. I just noticed that my linky-thingy in my sidebar is broken. And I have no idea how to fix it. No, that’s not entirely true. I noticed it about 5 days ago. But I’ve been involved in getting our finances installed in Quicken. And … I have no idea how to fix said linky-thingy. So, if anyone has any ideas, please throw them my way. I’d love to hear them.
