This post has no actual value but it’s a quick post of things driving me batty in my life.
Monday was the solar eclipse here in North America.
It’s also the first day of school and this is arguably the only event of scientific value during my son’s elementary years. And in their scholarly wisdom my son’s school issued a super scary message including helpful information like – be careful walking to your car and said all children would have to stay in their classrooms and watch it live streaming from NASA. Which isn’t the worst thing but still sort of peeved me.
I mostly don’t like it when people describe things as Extremely dangerous … when they aren’t. I mean please save that for when things really are extremely dangerous.
I think I was 6 when I watched a partial eclipse (born in 73 eclipse in 79 so… math tells me about 6) I remember being at school where we made a pinhole thingamagig and watched the eclipse happen. Newsflash – I’m not blind from the experience.
I guess I understand for really small kids who are not really following directions yet. Although … again … see above story of 6 year old me and a shoebox.So … no, actually I don’t.
Truthfully if you are a teacher I’m really sure you could handle a group of 20 5th graders to teach them about the eclipse for 20 minutes. Later this year the teachers take the kids on an overnight field trip and on a field trip to a theme park. So, I really think they could manage this real life science lesson that happens every few decades. Admittedly, the folks in Miami are a litigious group of nutters so everyone is always screaming “what about the liability?!” Well, not me … other nutters.
Anyway – I picked my son up at 11:30 and he and a posse of other kids who wanted to see the eclipse spend the afternoon checking it out in between jumping in and out of the pool. So far nobody has gone blind. Just saying. We looked through glasses, we looked through a colander. We looked at shadows from leaves on the trees. It’s been a cool experience. Actually, I am happy to have shared it with my son. So it doesn’t actually matter to me that he didn’t get to do it at school but it does peeve me that the teachers didn’t even get a chance to do something cool with it.
Clearly, I need to be more zen about this and let it go.
But I also didn’t really get a full day of time off from being mommy. Seriously – go to school already. lol. I’m kidding. I know I only have a few more years of having kids around and I love them. Really, I do.
To keep this focused on triathlon here’s something that irks me lately.
Water Bottle Tops
My singular biggest pet peeve at the moment is that nobody in my house except me can seem to figure out which bottle tops go on which bottle. So when I go to use a bottle the top is always wrong and I have to spend a few minutes swapping all the tops around.
Yes, this is a sign that I live a ridiculously privileged life. I accept that.
Is it really that hard to match them up when you put them away? A few bottles and a few tops they tend to be color coordinated. It’s true a lot of them are black and it takes a minute to try them and see if they match. I still don’t think it’s that hard. This drives me absolutely insane when I’m in a rush and I pull out a bottle and the top is perched on top not screwed on because whoever put the bottles away didn’t take the time to figure it out. Sometimes I have a completely out of proportion overreaction.
Otherwise couldn’t we make an industry standard for bottle stops like like train tracks so all tops fit on all bottles?
I’m sad about the end of my super convenient noon masters swim program.
For the last 3 years or so I have been supremely lucky to have a masters swim program less than a mile from my house. Gorgeous new olympic-sized pool. Excellent coach and daily swims from 12-1. But apparently we smell or something because Friday after our noon session we were informed that the noon sessions are all done. Gonzo. Sigh. So I can get up and swim there at 5:30 which is what I did this Tuesday but I’m also looking for a back up program that is available during the day.
Last thing driving me batty is stupid seams in stupid shorts.
I bought a team kit for my tri club and it’s not from my preferred brand of tri clothing (which is Coeur Sports if you didn’t know…now you do.) It’s another brand of clothes considered super chic within the completely and totally un-chic world of triathlon clothes. So I wore them this weekend for a 100 mile ride. After 20 miles in the saddle I remembered why I only buy one brand of shorts. For all things that are holy who thinks it’s a good idea to have seams in your crotch. Not me that’s who.
So, I made it to the half-way point and then happily changed my shorts to those that have no seams. Sooooo much better.
That’s all for today. It was a longer list than I thought it would be. Sorry for the whinefest.
Feel free to share your pet peeves in the comments.