Use Your Surroundings

So, what do you do at a football game when the rain comes down in a slow, steady slide, the wind rushes under your umbrella with skin freezing force and water has seeped through your shoes and socks to numb your toes?

Hunker down and pay attention. 

Last night, I used the hours long, miserable experience to memorize exactly how I felt since the WIP opens in those exact conditions. I took note of how awful wet jeans feel against the skin.  They chafe, but they also rest heavy and unweildy against the skin.  I used first one hand, then the other to hold the umbrella and stuck the free hand in a jacket pocket, then the jeans pocket, hoping the latter would still release a bit of body warmth to unfreeze my water-wrinkled fingers.  For the record, they took a long time to thaw. No matter where I put them. 

Cold ears ache and that ache spreads slowly into the rest of your head.  The jaw also starts to throb because if you’re like me, you clench your teeth with stress.

The nose might run and you won’t realize… <g>

All this also helped take my mind off the fact my son was mostly on the sidelines in a short sleeved jersey and short, tight pants.  I could see the water dripping off his bare elbows as he stood with arms crossed, still and tough, pretending it didn’t bother him. 

But during the last half hour, all I could really think about was hot coffee and the leftover taco soup I planned to heat up when we got home.  Oh, and toasting the pumpkin bread I’d made earlier. 

The reality, on the food part at least, was so much better than the imagination, btw. 😉

Reminder:  I’ll be guest blogging on my critique partner, Rachel Vincent’s, blog this week!  Don’t forget to check that out. 😉


About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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4 Responses to Use Your Surroundings

  1. My oldest isn’t athletic. But my youngest wants to play football and I worry. Not about him, but that he might hurt someone because he really likes to tackle. He’s a tough little, bugger. 😉

    Hot coffee sounds much better than the wet. (I would have worn a tent.)

  2. relliott4 says:

    I’m so anti-violence, I have trouble at football games. My son is not tough and gets tackled more often than the other way around.

    Every time a boy goes down, I hold my breath.

    But the son and hubby love it, so we compromise. 😉

  3. Di says:

    Oh, my…this evoked memories when my younger son, Derick played football. The weather could get atrocious. You’re a good mom to support your son so faithfully. 😀 They are sweet when they’re being so tough in awful circumstances. They need to come back and have mom reward them with her appreciation of their sacrifices and efforts to “be the man.” ;-D


  4. relliott4 says:

    I knew he was freezing and soaked and yet, he stood there so straight–really trying to look like it didn’t bother him. My husband asked if I wanted to sit in the vehicle and wait and I wouldn’t–if my little boy could stand there without the umbrella and coat, I could tough it out.

    The things we do for them, eh?

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