Meet ‘n’ greet
posted in Alaska, Gymnastics, OmegaDotter, Spring, Weather, Winter |So yesterday was the first time I was able to see the dotter at one of her gymnastics meets. Her first real meet was two days after I headed off to Arizona to help take care of mom, and she had a second one while I was still there. Being a doting mom, I just have to show off her beam routine:
Her handstand was a thing of beauty. Everyone around us commented on how long she held it and how straight it was. Alas, her landing wasn’t that good, which ended up moving her from a 9.0+ to an 8.9, and a red ribbon on the beam as opposed to a blue. Wah! And, yes, her split jump isn’t very good, but everything else she does on the beam is generally great.
Of course, since she had filled my camera card up with videos of Newman the cat encountering Wooly the cat, when I went to record other routines, the video card was filled up. After gnashing my teeth at the small capacity of my memory card, I investigated, and promptly deleted two videos of yowling cats rolling around on my office floor, and was able to record her bar routine, too:
So she may be going up to Level 4 this summer, which is honest-for-goodness’-sake team level. IF she stays focused and works hard, and doesn’t goof off with her buddy K. all the time, which she tends to do. Doesn’t matter to me, but she and K. have been bitching and moaning about not moving up to Level 4 and how they want to and, gee, they can do their back handsprings and a Level 4 dismount, and blah, blah, blah.
In the meantime, the planet is blasting onward towards the spring equinox. Tonight, the sun will set at 8:00. This throws our entire dinner-time zeitgeist off—OmegaDad spends the winter with dinner being cooked after the sun sets (most often long after the sun sets), and the rapid shifting of the seasonal light takes a while to mesh with his cooking brain.
All the light does not mean warm weather, alas. In fact, we had well above average temps for two months—mostly while I was in Arizona—and as we move towards official Spring, the temperature has plunged below normal for the past two weeks. This leaves me generally grumpy. I managed to rant and rave and cry at OmegaDad this week about how I HATE Alaska and I just WANT TO GO HOOOOOME! Um. What can I say? Seeing all the pictures around the intertubes of people’s swiftly growing snowdrops, crocuses, daffodils and what-not, and reading about bike rides and lovely weather…well, it just makes me mighty damned jealous.
