Still not at the point where this blog is ready to be fully coherent again. I might need a week. It doesn’t mean I stop or stop trying. It means that there is so much happening emotionally and practically that I don’t have enough mental energy left to really look within during these ten minutes and produce consistently. I’m focused (as focused as I can be) on this weekend’s slate of games. My mid kid plays in an hour at Desert Vista. I’m looking forward to seeing what he can do against an undefeated Highland High School team. The little one plays tomorrow morning as discussed yesterday. Still not sure how that is gonna go. He’ll be starting at CB for the first time at the 14u level.
Me? I am trying to hold it together here in a situation that feels more and more like the Titanic each day. I realize I won’t be able to sustain it for much longer. I don’t expect to be here at all beyond next year and even beyond the summer feels firmly unlikely. What’s worse is that the time I have left to enjoy these moments of being that dad who goes to the games and such is losing it’s luster due to the cost of such things. It is that growing part of me that is grateful the season is almost over.