I’m at a loss. I’m not sure what happened. This was our weekend, but the call never came. I must be reading the tea leaves wrong.
A little background. A while ago we agreed to watch the kids of some friends of ours this past Saturday night. In between the time we made the arrangement and Saturday, a number of events sprung up that could have possible pulled us out of town. We decided to do none of them. I mean, it was a sign from God with all these tempting events that would pull us out of town were turned down, like we needed to stay close for a reason.
Here’s the list of events :
Hall of Fame in Canton: One of my must do’s in Ohio, with the inductions this weekend what a perfect time to go.
Tiger in Akron : His return to golf, the closest he and all the other golfers (Phil, Rory, and, uh, the others) would ever get to us
Journey in Columbus : That would have been fun
The National in Chicago : The once a year show for sports collectables. I can go when it’s in Cleveland (in ’14, doh!).
Paul McCartney in Cincy : Although, to be truthful, we decided against that because we’d seen him already (awesome, by the way), and thought we shouldn’t be filling up all our weekends
20th Anniversary weekend in Minneapolis : I could write a giant blog post about what the 1991 Twins World Series team meant to me, and the awesomeness of this bobblehead, but this event probably wouldn’t have fit in the schedule anyway. But still, it also happened this weekend.
So, you can see that this weekend was some sort of nexus, all these cool events, babysitting, our count up reaching a month, yet no call came.
Last week Steph had a feeling that it was the day. That day passed. I didn’t have a feeling, but saw that everything lined up right. The weekend passed. I guess it’s not going to happen when we feel it’s right, only when it’s the right time.