Back on the Bleachers

Mousey’s swim meets have begun. For some reason, all of their games are away, except for two.

When I first learned this information, I was bummed. We were spoiled last year. Almost all of the meets were at our pool. Driving all over tarnation was going to be a major drag.

I have decided that this is NOT such a bad thing. I had NO idea that there was such bleacher diversity!

Our bleachers are silver metal with little grooves. Maybe to give your bum traction, I don’t know. They are steady, they don’t jiggle around when you climb them, but they are open underneath. All last year, it was my great fear that I would accidentally kick my purse or our camera bag through the back and have to squeeze through a tiny opening to retrieve them. Or bribe a small child to do it for me. It never happened, but these are the sort of things that occupy my mind. Plus, I don’t like sitting on bleachers. They are uncomfortable. I prefer reclining.

We have been to two meets so far, and I have been very impressed with the other schools bleachers! The Tuesday night school had metal bleachers also. But, they were cleverly angled, so that they were a little higher in front. It gave far superior bum pressure relief. Their metal bleachers were also mounted on cement stairs. No falling purse and camera scenario possible! Far more comfortable than our bleachers, mentally AND physically!

Alas, they were still bleachers, and by the end of the night I was ready to never sit again. Towards the end of the evening I asked Honey if my feet looked puffy to him. Cause I thought that my feet were looking puffy. Maybe it was because  of the way the metal seat was angled and all the blood was somehow stuck down by my feet. Or perhaps it was because we had Taco Bell for dinner. That could have a lot of salt.

BTW, Honey agreed  that he thought my feet looked puffy. Maybe he just agreed with me so I would stop asking him if he thought I had puffy feet. I don’t usually have puffy feet. I think that puffy is a funny word. I am amusing only myself.

On to last night’s meet. It was an old school. I’m sure it had been there for many years. I did not have high hopes for the bleachers. I was pleasantly surprised! Those bleachers were the best of old school AND new school! They were wooden benches on a cement support! Who knew wood would be more comfortable than angled metal? Not me! And once again, no holes to kick the belongings through!

I would never have thought that I, “Cheryl, I.Do.Not.Care”  (NutHatch Dictionary) about  all things sporty, would have had so many opinions about sport seating.

I discovered something else about cement floors last night. They are really nice to put your bare feet on. Since I am as hot as a fox in a box ALL the time lately, it is hard to sit and watch a swim meet for two hours in 120 degree moist heat. I realize the warmth is a courtesy to the swimmers, who are in and out of the cold water all evening, but HEY! I’m roasting over here!!! And I didn’t want to have puffy feet all over again!

I will now tell you about the far more interesting parts of the evenings. How Mousey swam!!! I will explain this to you in my own unknowledgeable terms. It is all I know. I’m pretty sure that I will hear from Jip The Farm Dog telling me I’m telling you all wrong. I am offering a disclaimer, right up front.

Some of the parents have elaborate spread sheets to document their precious Angel Baby’s stats and progress. We used the only paper I could find in my purse. The Ab-Cats oral surgery recheck reminder card.

She seems to swim at least 2 relays per meet. She swims those with 3 other girls, and so far, she has always swam the butterfly. They swim in the race that counts, for points, as opposed to swimming in the races that don’t count  for points. It has a name. It might be a heat. It might not.

Once they came in third, next they came in first (WOO HOO!!!) and then they came in second.

She sometimes swims the 100 yard butterfly. She came in third. The coach told her that she was his “Fly Girl”. I thought that was SO cute!

She also sometimes swims the 50 and 100 yard free style. That’s just regular swimming. She came in fourth and third in those.

We are going to write down her times in a more organized fashion to see how her times improve. They have already improved from her first to her second meet. She’s like a little baby genius! Mainly, I just think she looks adorable in her suit.

This is where I would have liked to post a picture of her looking all adorable, but Honey had turned his laser like attention on getting a movie last night, which was the only night that we remembered to bring the camera. He said he had a pretty good one, but by the time he returned to me, in the comfy wooden bleachers, he had inexplicably deleted it. Oh, we are technological wizards. And, not one of the pictures that he did take were decent.

Maybe next meet.



  1. September 18, 2009 at 8:19 AM

    Heelarious! This kind of post is where you really shine. Love it.

  2. Marlene said,

    September 18, 2009 at 9:40 PM

    Only you could write on blog on bleachers and make it interesting….or puffy feet for that matter. Hope that clears up.

  3. deb said,

    September 18, 2009 at 9:56 PM

    You have the gift of making the small details interesting and FUNNY!

  4. Jip the Farm Dog said,

    September 19, 2009 at 10:14 AM

    Thanks for the disclaimer. Yes they are called heats. Sounds like Mousey is doing very well. I hope you can survive the season of bleachers. I also hope your puffy feet un-puff.

  5. Baumshelter said,

    September 19, 2009 at 12:42 PM

    Love your technology! I’m just picturing the two of you when it became apparent that Honey had deleted the movie…

  6. honey said,

    September 21, 2009 at 3:00 AM

    hot as a fox in a box could be a nut hatch word ????

  7. automatic7 said,

    September 21, 2009 at 9:49 AM

    Oh the bleacher diversity…takes me back to TN HEATS and MEETS and the CLERK OF COURSE.

    I love that you are proud to not know stuff.

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