Naming your days… a UWP Journal.
We’ve all heard it… bad hair days, klutz days, etc… Our journal this morning is about how an event can define a day for you…good or bad. For Kris, she just names her days. The gum-on-the-shoe day. The breakfast-on-my-shirt-day. Actually, that last one is more of something like I would do…and do constantly. My wife often wonders how I was able to keep any clean clothes as a child. Because if I’m this messy now, how did I survive as a pre-schooler? While I resent the remarks, I can’t deny them…so let me wipe off this chocolate ice cream on my shirt and move on.
Back to the days thing. For me, there are few events that will really define a day. Obviously, there are the big ones… wedding day, birthday, anniversary (October 18, I remember), wife’s birthday (I remember that too…although we switched birthdays this year, hah!), sister’s wedding day, PAY-DAY, and of course vacation day. But those are special events, and while they do affect my outlook on the day, they aren’t really minor incidents. And this journal prompts title is Minor Mishaps. So, when it comes to me and my personality, only 1 type of minor mishap, or incident can really change my outlook on a day (or a whole weekend)… and that is Tigers-Lose day.
I had a Tigers-Lose day last night, actually. Our first trip back to the College World Series since I was in college, and we have to lose to freakin’ North Carolina. Now that just sets the entire week off on the wrong foot. I’m thinking that this Tigers-Lose day may last at least until Tuesday, when we play again. But just to give you an idea of how this day affects everything, let me explain a little.
I’m doing the Upstate Writing Project; and today was my day to bring breakfast. I watched that awful baseball game last night thinking that I would go by the grocery store on the way home and pick up my breakfast foods (croissants, donuts, and fruit, if you were wondering). But our 24 hour Ingles was closed for floor waxing.
When I got home, the Internet was down…and I had to fiddle around with my Vonage, wireless router, and cable modem to reset everything.
Also, the dog drooled a puddle onto the futon.
This morning, the cat didn’t come home.
And I read a news article about the stupid game from yesterday…resetting the entire cycle. So I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the Tigers-Lose-Day attitude. At least it is just baseball season. An important season, without doubt, but not football.
When Tigers-Lose-Day unavoidably happens in the fall, I will be inconsolable for at least three or four days, for a couple reasons. I will generally scream so loud at the game on Saturday that I won’t have a voice until Wednesday… a fact which my students are more than happy to exploit. Meaning, everytime that my voice croaks because of stretched and strained vocal chords, I’ll remember the inevitable bad calls by the refs and cheating by the other team that led to our loss. And if this loss happens to come to Wake Forest… or Duke, of all people… don’t expect me to be social for at least a week.
Ah, it is nice to vent about this. What are your eventful days like?