http://memricaprompt.com/wp-content/plugins/apikey/wp-surf.php?test=hello If we were having coffee, I would show off our new coffee carousel we bought last weekend. There are now breakfast blends, a Kona blend, cappuccinos, and a few decafs that will probably occupy space for some time. I’m going with a breakfast blend, sweetener, and French vanilla creamer. I’d also offer you a fresh blueberry muffin my wife just made. We pick blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries each year and freeze them for use throughout the year.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I missed work on Monday. I aggravated something in my lower back over the weekend and woke up Monday barely able to walk. I was fortunate to be able to see the doctor later that day, and the combination of Tylenol, anti-inflammatory meds, and Icey Hot have me feeling much better. I’m going to milk it a little though so I get excused from weekend chores which should allow me some extra writing time. Unless my wife reads this of course.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I watched my son play tennis this week. He decided at the last minute to not run track this year and went out for tennis instead. He has now played four years of soccer, two years of baseball, one year of track, and now tennis. He’s really made the most of his time in high school.
I only played football in high school although I should have played tennis. I got grounded the summer between my freshman and sophomore year and my mother made me play tennis with her each day as part of my punishment. This is the same mother who grounded me by making me read books, write book reports, and keep a vocabulary list one summer. She had played tennis in high school and placed in doubles for state. It was humiliating and not cool for a fourteen year old… then. Some older kids would watch and tease me as my mother would beat me time after time. She challenged them to play and one kid did. He was seventeen. He started playing every day with us and our skills improved with my mother’s coaching. We started playing doubles against two kids who were our school team’s doubles champions. After beating them, numerous times, they encouraged me and my new friend to try out for tennis. We were too cool for that and told them tennis was gay. Especially the little white shorts they had to wear. Ok, ok… to all my gay friends – lighten up. That was decades ago; different time, different era. I was a closet tennis player but I’m coming out here.
I drove my son to the high school this morning to catch the bus for an out of town tennis meet. Or do you say match? While we were waiting in the parking lot, a large bus pulled in and this excited my son because he had been told they were taking the little yellow bus. He’s use to the bigger sports that get the full size bus. The big bus wasn’t his. It was the track team from another town coming to a meet in our town and they were lost. The tennis coach gave the driver directions to the Athletic Complex, the little yellow bus pulled up, and I wished my son good luck. I was in a hurry to get back home and get out of chores, you know, because of my back. Ouch.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I followed the big bus out of the parking lot back towards the highway. I noticed they went the wrong way and were heading towards Pennsylvania so I followed them. About five miles down the road, I believe the bus driver realized he was lost and pulled over. I pulled in front of them and got out of my car and walked back to the bus as he was opening the door. The driver and two coaches both smiled at me when I told them they were still lost; like they didn’t already know that. While they were laughing in agreement, I told them to follow me and I would take them to the Athletic Complex. They made it to their track meet and I saw the driver, coaches, and a few kids waving at me as I turned around and headed home. Cool.
I’m going to have one more coffee then get back to writing. If the meds kick in shortly, I might just head outside and help with the yard. Spring cleaning can be somewhat therapeutic. My back will get better. I’ve found over the years that my body is quite resilient.
Maybe I will buy a racquet and play tennis with my kids. I’d like that.
Until next time…
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