Went to first football game. Been meaning to go for six years. I don't really understand why people go to high school football games as I was never into sports in school. But this night I watched and experienced as if outside myself. It was sweet. Kathy said, c'mere, c'mere, and we all stood in long line on either side of a giant Tigers banner. The high school boys, the football team, came tearing through the banner running at top speed, all full of testosterone. The people on each side hollered and cheered and let go of their balloons. I clapped and smiled and accidentally started to cry. It's something like what the sound of bagpipes do to me. Chokes me up with emotion. I don't know why. I don't even like football. But I do think it's wonderful that people go a support the team, watch their children, watch the neighbor's children, playing football. The stands are so small. They don't even extend half way around the field. Only about an eighth of the distance I suppose.
The team got skunked. Zero to 42. It's not fair really - pitting a tiny school against a school that comes from a much larger city.
The men are doing pre-algebra in the Zumba room. Son will also be reading more of "The Light In The Forest" for school. He rode someone else's horse tonight. They've been having trouble with their horse and wanted to see how our son would do on him. He said the horse gave him trouble only one time, and to top it off he encouraged a girl to ride uphill with him. She was afraid to, but he helped her do it. I'm glad. It's good to be an encourager.
My friend and I talked a long time today. I was of no help. I felt bad about that.