football

I have let several days go by without blogging, my only excuse being that I had the "blahs". I shamelessly reclined on the sofa with a heating pad under my leg, treating my tendanitis with rest and heat, and to my relief it has gotten somewhat better. This morning I swiffered the wood floors and vacuumed the carpets and now I am ready for the super bowl! Why i enjoy watching humans bashing each other around a ball field, I do not know, but it does provide entertainment. We lead quiet and peaceful lives here, so we take whatever opportunity is afforded to amuse ourselves.
When I went to college 65 years ago, I was on the college newspaper staff and one of my assignments was to cover the football games between my college and various other colleges here and there. It was a plush assignment, since I knew nothing about the rules and had to consult with the quarterback after the game to complete my story. Needless to say, I developed a crush on him and imagined myself hopelessly in love, even though I knew in my heart that he longed for the head cheerleader. He was a skillful passer but somewhat on the crabby side and often hurt my feeling grievously. I was much relieved when I was given another assignment more in tune with my knowledge.
I never really liked high school but flourished in college. It was a small college, and I only got to go for a year and a half, but I remember it with fondness. I worked for the art teacher and met a good many artists and musicians, including Marian Anderson and Thomas Hart Benton. When war broke out and a severe shortage of teachers developed, I was "drafted" to go out into the teaching field, and to my regret never returned to college. I finally graduated with a degree when I was 65!
But that was then and this is now. I didn't enjoy teaching and only taught for two years and then moved on to other careers. I still feel sympathy for all teachers, though, it is one of the hardest jobs in the world.