~gentlemen’s sport~

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~finish of the Varsity race~

Today, the victors parade through town:
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Well, OK, it was actually the Memorial Day Parade through Camden (then Rockport) with the Maine State High School Boys Crew champs, Megunticook Rowing! Yes, you’re reading the right blog, it’s not a baseball report, Jonas has found his sport: crew.
SONY DSCYesterday our guys team (one boat’s worth) were the victors at the Maine High School championships, hosted graciously by Waynflete in Portland. In the boat were three 8th graders, Jonas, and a post-grad rower. Last week they raced as novices in a regatta in Massachusetts, both boys and girls teams were winners; this week they raced in both the boys JV and Varsity races, and were victorious in both. There was a stiff cross-wind and it looked like really hard work.

When they rounded the corner of the river, it looked like they were far behind. Part of that was our angle, looking upriver, close to the finish; but they actually were behind. But our guys took the corner well and were then able to power forward and overtake the Yarmouth boat! So exciting to watch.

SONY DSC~Jonas coxed the JV race~

SONY DSC ~Tray coxed the V race~
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It’s been great to watch Jonas find his sport with such a fine organization and enjoy the sportsmanship of being on a truly team sport. Our team is so fortunate to be coached by Ry Hills — in the words of a rival school’s coach, she is “one of the best coaches in the country.” What an incredible gift to these young people! Jonas noted that coaching this club is not even a blip on Ry’s august coaching career. Learn more about this sport and Megunticook Rowing in Ry’s own words here.

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On the more relaxed row back up to the dock. It was a pretty awesome way to spend a sunny May Saturday.

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motion boy redux

IMG_0919Baseball season: last year of Little League with team Lynx! We are so very very fortunate that Sylvan has been blessed with these incredible coaches who know the game, who understand 10-12 year-old boys, and who keep everything in the right perspective.
IMG_0921So much fun yesterday. It was truly a great game of baseball to watch! Excitement! Extra innings! We were down, then S. hit two in! And he ended the game by stealing home. Seriously! Does it get better? IMG_0930And also that it really was a team effort: lots of great plays and hits, so much support on the field and in the dugout. The opposition was tough and our boys worked hard.IMG_0931 IMG_0932 IMG_0933This boy. So at home on any ball field with any ball or sport or group at play. And yet here we are: Sunday night math homework. The focus is often everywhere and anywhere but here, now, on the paper in front of him. Excruciating. Frustrating. Exhausting. Sometimes there is swearing, yelling, loss of patience, tears. One time I gave him a clipboard and told him to not sit down but to pace around while he worked.IMG_0967This morning he sat down and wrote a creative short story for THREE HOURS. And it was good! Really good! That is some focus that a professional writer would envy.IMG_0969When I see the beauty that he is when he is meeting the moment, moving, playing, pursuing his writing, engaging with others, caring for small children, this is where he shines. It’s like the math hurts his soul. Yes, yes, it’s important to do hard things, push ourselves, work through it, etc. But I wish I could make it less painful.IMG_0940This 9 year-old MVP had a magnet in his glove for our balls yesterday. He was a tiny, coiled spring of energy, beaming with joy, and so fun to watch (even when he was getting us out!). One favorite moment of the day was when his catch ended an inning and he ran off the field and took a flying leap into his dad’s/coach’s arms from about 4 feet away. We all kind of fell in love with him.

~moonrise~

DSC_3252We had this gift the other night, of the May full moonrise. If you’ve been reading this blog, or in the northeast, you know what kind of winter we had: freaktastic amazeballs! It was really something, the roof-jumping and epic shoveling, sledding down our dirt road with Mr. Crafty one afternoon, and sparkling mornings when I was almost late for work taking pictures of all the beauty. And me, I’m a cozy, winter-loving soul! I love it absolutely and fiercely and I would never complain. Or move to any place without four seasons.

DSC_3258In Maine we have two big seasons, winter/summer, and two small seasons, fall/spring. Having grown up in Massachusetts, just a wee bit south, I internalized a more equal time frame for the seasons; spring comes a few weeks earlier down there and fall lasts just a bit longer. So up here, things do tend to drag on a bit long, and I am always ready for summer and winter to be done. They just stay a smidge too long. And when the next season comes, it’s so amazing because we are *so* ready.

DSC_3255The other night I got into bed early to read. And as is the usual pattern, it’s like a superpower sense for my boys/husband, they feel it immediately and they FLOCK to my room. Of course, I will always put my book down and give them my attention instead: which tie goes with what shirt, did I care to know about something obscure (always), did I know where _________ is?, what’s another word for _______?, loveyou/goodnight, etc. So first came Sylvan for a goodnight; then Mr. Crafty came in and turned off the lights: “Look outside! It’s incredible!”

DSC_3247So we laid in bed, the three of us—oh, wait! Here comes Jonas to make it four! —and we looked out the bedroom window at the rising spring moon. The high clouds made a halo around that golden peach, but the halo was the most unusual shade of iridescent bronze. Each bud on the branches of the trees was silhouetted in that creamy, glowing light. And the rest of the sky was slate colored, more gray and blue than black. Every now and then there were thicker clouds that would scuttle by the moon’s face, obscuring it, and this was the thrilling part: watching the moon and colors go dark, then emerge again. All snuggled up, we took it in together.

Better than my book.

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