Planting Diamonds in the Field
So, I accidentally posted my “L” post for the A to Z Challenge on Sunday (4/13/2014) instead of Monday. I keep forgetting that we’re not supposed to post for that on Sundays, and with writing my posts ahead and setting them to auto-post, well, it just happens.
Add to that the craziness of the past week, and well, I’m just amazed I’m actually getting blog posts up.
We were supposed to play softball games every day last week to make up for our rain outs. Monday we got rained out again, so we played four nights of double headers in a row.
Tuesday night during the second inning of our first game I felt something sharp poke my left hand. I glanced away from my clipboard toward my ring finger, and didn’t know whether to bawl or vomit.
The center diamond was gone from my wedding set.
The joke now is that our “diamond” is a true diamond.
I managed to coach two games without coming unglued, but I cried the whole way home. My husband went and looked again for me after I came home. The groundskeepers have looked.
Probably ground deep into the infield.
It was small. In my husband’s words, “It isn’t like you lost the Pink Panther.” But it was mine.
Sometimes losing something is hard. Especially something with sentimental value.
I’m not typically an overly emotional person. However, this week it’s almost been like I’ve been teetering on the edge of an emotional melt down. While frantically racing to finish grading some spelling tests before I rushed out to coach Wednesday’s double header, my grading pen ran out of ink.
Yep. A pen running out of ink pushed me to the point of tears.
Here’s hoping this week is a little (Ok, a LOT!) less emotional.