Football and stuff
Sep. 11th, 2005 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nlbarberYesterday was the first Ga. Tech home game. I went with my brother and niece--sister-in-law was supervising the nephew's birthday party at a karate studio, and my other niece, not interested in football or in watching her little brother's party, was at a friend's. (Nephew just turned 6.) Very nice day for a football game, and despite some less-than-stellar play at times, Ga. Tech won. Not by the margin they perhaps should have over North Carolina, but hey, it's a win.
Nice pre-game stuff, too. Let's skip the attempt to get the crowd to sing the alma mater (it seems everyone only knows the last two lines: " Oh, Scion of the Southland! / In our hearts you shall forever fly." I have an excuse: I didn't go to Tech...). They did a little video retrospective of football at Tech, had a moment of silence for the victims of Sept. 11 and Katrina, and then the national anthem. With excellent timing, the last lines of the national anthem were punctuated by a fly-over by 2 Navy fighters, piloted by Ga. Tech alums. Quite an impressive moment.
The game was an interminable 4 hours long, as the TV time-outs seem to get longer every year. Afterwards we headed to Mick's in Decatur for a late supper, where brother and niece happily talked sports most of the meal.
Today was quiet--did my Jazzercise DVD, getting more and more annoyed at the instructor on it (the founder of Jazzercise) who doesn't cue a number of the moves until she's well into them. I'm apparently spoiled by my local instructors--they do a much better job. Then I headed into the garden with force majeure: the electric hedge trimmers. Four-and-a-half boxwoods have been reduced in size, and are a good bit more shapely than they were. (It's probably the wrong time to prune the shrubbery, but I do these things when the urge strikes or I don't get them done at all. If something dies as a consequence, so be it. I have a very Darwinian view of my garden...)
I also discovered that my yellow rose of Texas is Not Well--most of the stems are dead and have a mottled appearance, and the few green stems left have only a few leaves and the same mottling. Must try to google up some information, but this will have to wait until I can remember the proper name of the plant. "Yellow rose of Texas" is just getting me some heirloom rose hits, and this thing isn't a rose. Maybe it will come to me, or I'll do a more exhaustive search of my gardening books. I suspect the combination of the very crowded plant and our very wet summer led to a disease of some sort. Despite my Darwinian gardening, I moved this plant from Mississippi and I'd like to keep it alive if I can.
Nice pre-game stuff, too. Let's skip the attempt to get the crowd to sing the alma mater (it seems everyone only knows the last two lines: " Oh, Scion of the Southland! / In our hearts you shall forever fly." I have an excuse: I didn't go to Tech...). They did a little video retrospective of football at Tech, had a moment of silence for the victims of Sept. 11 and Katrina, and then the national anthem. With excellent timing, the last lines of the national anthem were punctuated by a fly-over by 2 Navy fighters, piloted by Ga. Tech alums. Quite an impressive moment.
The game was an interminable 4 hours long, as the TV time-outs seem to get longer every year. Afterwards we headed to Mick's in Decatur for a late supper, where brother and niece happily talked sports most of the meal.
Today was quiet--did my Jazzercise DVD, getting more and more annoyed at the instructor on it (the founder of Jazzercise) who doesn't cue a number of the moves until she's well into them. I'm apparently spoiled by my local instructors--they do a much better job. Then I headed into the garden with force majeure: the electric hedge trimmers. Four-and-a-half boxwoods have been reduced in size, and are a good bit more shapely than they were. (It's probably the wrong time to prune the shrubbery, but I do these things when the urge strikes or I don't get them done at all. If something dies as a consequence, so be it. I have a very Darwinian view of my garden...)
I also discovered that my yellow rose of Texas is Not Well--most of the stems are dead and have a mottled appearance, and the few green stems left have only a few leaves and the same mottling. Must try to google up some information, but this will have to wait until I can remember the proper name of the plant. "Yellow rose of Texas" is just getting me some heirloom rose hits, and this thing isn't a rose. Maybe it will come to me, or I'll do a more exhaustive search of my gardening books. I suspect the combination of the very crowded plant and our very wet summer led to a disease of some sort. Despite my Darwinian gardening, I moved this plant from Mississippi and I'd like to keep it alive if I can.
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Date: 2005-09-12 06:10 pm (UTC)