The Water Cycle
Break. Yesterday, Cross Country Coach confronted me about my political ideology, which I called "Practical".
"Practical, huh? I guess that means you're a liberal."
I went to town three times today. Once for practice, once to hand over important documents at school, once to go to the Democratic party fish fry. I saw Reese twice, the first time by design, and the second time by coincidence (I hadn't expected a vegetarian at something so overtly meat-oriented). After [hmmm-hmm-hm] let us into the building on the first occasion, we talked to Coach Mo in his room about tennis, magnets, presidential debates, and the possibility of lock-ins, the first three topics mostly being segues to talk about lock-ins.
A large crowd, which could have been hundreds in my imagination, was at the fairgrounds, possibly because Congressman Ben came to speak. I talked to him. "You know, I went door to door for you last year, too bad how things worked out."
Ben: Well, my name's out now! ... So you go to [your school]?
Me: Yes?
Ben: You know, I went to Woodford County, and whenever we came home from tennis matches with [your school], we'd have our heads between our tails, tails between our heads, err, tails between our legs. Are you still good?
Me: Yeah, we're pretty good.
I also reassured MQK-R that I was in fact at the fish fry because I was a party volunteer, not for extra credit.
The spirit of the evening moved me to go to the girl's senior night soccer game after someone helpful and I had assembled some Kerry-Edwards signs at the fish fry. Reese and I watched the mostly non-seniors from the comfort of the gravel pit under the stands.
"Practical, huh? I guess that means you're a liberal."
I went to town three times today. Once for practice, once to hand over important documents at school, once to go to the Democratic party fish fry. I saw Reese twice, the first time by design, and the second time by coincidence (I hadn't expected a vegetarian at something so overtly meat-oriented). After [hmmm-hmm-hm] let us into the building on the first occasion, we talked to Coach Mo in his room about tennis, magnets, presidential debates, and the possibility of lock-ins, the first three topics mostly being segues to talk about lock-ins.
A large crowd, which could have been hundreds in my imagination, was at the fairgrounds, possibly because Congressman Ben came to speak. I talked to him. "You know, I went door to door for you last year, too bad how things worked out."
Ben: Well, my name's out now! ... So you go to [your school]?
Me: Yes?
Ben: You know, I went to Woodford County, and whenever we came home from tennis matches with [your school], we'd have our heads between our tails, tails between our heads, err, tails between our legs. Are you still good?
Me: Yeah, we're pretty good.
I also reassured MQK-R that I was in fact at the fish fry because I was a party volunteer, not for extra credit.
The spirit of the evening moved me to go to the girl's senior night soccer game after someone helpful and I had assembled some Kerry-Edwards signs at the fish fry. Reese and I watched the mostly non-seniors from the comfort of the gravel pit under the stands.