Incongruous

Did you know that if you play a hockey team from East Grand Forks, Minnesota, that you should look for the rink in Grand Forks, North Dakota?  Neither did we.  After two trips back and forth across the bridge separating the two states, and the two towns, we finally figured it out.  

After a day of cloud and wind and rain 
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, 
And touching all the darksome woods with light, 
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, 
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, 
Drops down into the night. 

Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                                   

                                                      

As much as I loved these photos, they don't accurately reflect our day.  It was actually blustery, cold and poor travel conditions out in the open highway.  Colton was a stinker and didn't want to go with us out of town.  Poor grandma agreed to take him and had her hands full with a tired and sobbing boy.

Nolan's hockey team which previously beat this East Grand Forks team 8-1, barely hung on for a 4-2 win.  It was a cringe inducing, gut wrenching game that left us all wondering, "where the heck did our hockey team go?"  Does a team just forget how to play?  After a less than stellar day on Sunday as well in which we eeked out a tie, we've heard this weeks practice will be a little different.  No pucks, and lots of skating.  Nolan said he was going to find the garbage can and place it near the bench just in case.  The "Miracle on Ice" skate till they puke or drop scenes from the movie are a visual reminder of the lengths that a coach will go to to unite their team... of course we talk a tough game, but yes, we know they are only 10, wink, wink. 

But I wasn't left feeling badly about our day.  When you can find bits of a blue sky, even for a brief while, and a blaze of orange and red light up the evening ride home, you can't help but know on a deeper level, that the good is still left for us to find if we remember to look for it.