Stepping Out of the Boat

It's that time of year again - the time when the TV is on all day and evening with basketball jargon filling our apartment: March Madness. John is really excited - so excited, in fact, that basketball is what he is eating and breathing right now.



We both filled out prediction brackets - here I am holding my bracket next to the TV with basketball on. The only advice John gave me before I filled out my bracket consisted of a long string of statistics, the point of which (I think) was that most of the time, the team with the higher seed wins. At this point (halfway through the second round), my prediction bracket has more correct choices than John's. We think that's funny.

We are currently waiting for the IU/UCLA game to come on. John says that he doesn't know if he can take it if IU wins and advances in the tournament. He just wouldn't be able to survive if the one year that we lived in the Caribbean the Colts won the Super Bowl (which they did) and IU were to win the national championship. (I think he'll survive just fine, for the record.)

Life here has been pretty boring lately. It's getting hotter by the day, so it takes more to go anywhere. The heat is exhausting, let alone the fact that when we go anywhere, by the time we arrive, we're sweaty and red-faced. We long for home where we can jump in the car and go anywhere we please, where we can go see a play or a concert, where we can go out after dark without worring about our safety, where...... I could go on, but I don't think it'd be healthy.

Happy St. Patty's Day, by the way. There is certainly no Irish beer to be found anywhere around here. I celebrated by eating a salad for dinner because we didn't want to get all sweaty to go out and pay too much for a meal, because nothing else sounded good, and, most importantly, because salad is green. John celebrated by kissing me - but he has no explanation or justification of how that makes sense.