Friday, August 30, 2013

Superstition

If you ask me, I will tell you that I am not superstitious. But lately I have begun to wonder if I am, a bit.  Funnily, most of this subtle superstition seems to surround clothing. I mentioned the luck I attach to my red socks, and in a post to Facebook last week I said "Today is both the first day since finding out we’re expecting that I haven’t worn a bow tie and also the first time I haven’t had a stunningly good day. Coincidence? Probably, but you can never be sure about this sort of thing." I have worn a bow tie almost every day since posting that, including at least one day on which I didn't work.

Then, of course, there's the work related superstition. I don't know how it is in other businesses, but in pharmacy you never ever mention the fact that "it's kind of slow today" lest all Hell break loose. I think most of the pharmacists and technicians I have worked with over the years would suggest not even thinking those words, let alone saying them aloud. Do I really believe that observing the fact that it hasn't been a busy day will turn it into a busy day? No?

And, finally, though I am trying very hard not to be, I am very concerned that tomorrow is the last day of August. I posted two years ago about how little I like September, and last year didn't change that opinion. I know, intellectually that it's just another 30 days on the calendar, but, try as I might, I can't help believing that bad things happen in September. I am happy right now, and through prayer and perseverance I hope to be happy right on through September. Still…

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Batter Up

Ben played baseball on Sunday.  Sort of. We were at Owen's 8th birthday party and all the boys (and Isabel) and their dads started up a game. I, being me, didn't join in, but Ben wanted to. A few moments later, however, he came running back to me, clearly about to burst into tears. My assumption was that the other boys, all 3-4 years older than him, had refused to let him join. I was wrong. "Daddy," he whimpered, "I can't play because all the bats are gone." After I explained that only one bat at a time was needed, and that everyone would share, his smile returned and he headed back over to the field. It turned out, however, that he had no idea how to actually play. He understood that one was to stand in a certain place and hit the ball with the bat, but beyond that he was clueless. It's my fault, I suppose. Though I can enjoy myself at a baseball game, I have no love of sports, and so haven't passed on any skill or knowledge or interest in that area. In that picture there it looks like he knows what he's doing, but in person it was clear that he would have been more comfortable with a lightsaber in his hands.

If Ben would like to play tee-ball, or any other sport, as a child, he will be welcome too, but I fear that it may never go too well for him. It certainly never did for me, though I kept trying right on up through middle school. When I took the picture to the right, I wondered to myself if he would be spending a lot of time on a bench in his future. Then he promptly fell backwards and hit his head on the fence.

As I carried him, crying, away from the field, he told me, "I don't like baseball. It's boring!" Don't worry kid, you're in the right family.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Just a Quick Note

There's no kick in the pants quite like a baby on the way. I am suddenly motivated to do all sorts of things that I've been putting off for months (or years). Among those, the simplest is getting the blog posts I wrote while Karin was pregnant with Ben ported over to this new blog. If all goes as planned, they should show up in the archive with the date that they were originally posted, back in 2008. If all does not go as planned (as all is wont to do) they'll show up like new posts. Sorry for any confusion that might ensue.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Lucky Socks

I have a pair of lucky socks. They are red argyle, and they are from J.Crew. When Karin bought them for me, I didn't think much of them. "I don't really have anything to wear them with." It turned out, though, that good days seemed to accompany the wearing of the socks. Not every day I wear the socks is a good day, in large part because I sometimes wear the socks as a ward. If I anticipate having a particularly rough day, or some bad news, I will wear the socks to lift my mood and perhaps, by some superstition I don't really accept, stave off the feared events.

There are other days, however, when I wear the socks because I can't help but have a good day, and it can only be better with my lucky socks. When I wear the socks that way, I am jubilant and I want the world to know it. And though I do only own one red button down shirt (how many does one man need?),  the socks now have a whole outfit to accompany them. It is an outfit that helps the socks to make their proclamation: "This is a happy man (and a good looking one, too)!"



Today I wore the socks, and the outfit, because I knew that I would have a fantastic day. Why? Well, because I woke to a cloudless sky and utterly perfect weather. And, much more importantly, because on Monday, this happened:

and I knew I'd be sharing the news at work today, and then sharing it with you.

So yes, baby number two is on its way, though just barely. A little basic math suggests a due date of April 20, so plan on seeing more updates to this blog until then (and then basically none because [ACK!] we'll have two kids and, I imagine, not a lot of time for sitting around writing blog posts)