I do remember certain girls that we competed against, who brought out the tiger in me. One girl, used to take a moment(or more) to tie her shoes, when she was tired, after a long rally. I don't remember, if I ever beat her. She was my arch nemesis. The number of times we played eachother, through school we were neck and neck as, I recall.
There was something about her that made me love her, even though she beat me and I beat her, several times. She was always a good sport! I remember her with fondness, because, she was never so angry that, if I were beating her, to clap at a good shot that I made. I think, after she would clap at a great shot, I would lose the whole game, for the pride of that shot.
She was smart enough to know when she was tired and tie her shoes. I would wait until I fainted and blacked out, to know that I was tired.
Everytime, I think about clapping at a good shot on the court, I think of that nice competitor, from another school.
There were fierce competitors that made you shiver in your boots to play them. When some of them went up for a spike, you just covered your head and ducked. Their presence was so ominous. I was not one of those kinds of people, although my spike was a force to contend with. They never shivered. That is what Dad wanted to see. He wanted to see the other schools regroup, because I was coming. That didn't happen. I would hit them and then say I am sorry. What a nice girl, even though she hit me, she said I am sorry. Yvonne Goolagong, was my inspiration.
I often see the faces of the old competitors in my mind and they help me, dealing with my life responsibilities, now. Especially, my stubborn children. That was a good shot, I say, they back down and lose the game, everytime, just like their mother. (parenting the stubborn...)
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Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse
Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats
Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.
Widdle Emmie in outer space school
Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.
Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville
My little Emmie
ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!
My Father and I 1989
to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
A VISIT TO PAPA
Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Remember me to the one who lived there,
He once was a true love of mine,
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
After your done 50 pushups
and jog down the West Side Highway,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)
He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.
1 comment:
Those Ominous competitors are like Jackie She frightens everyone when we play!
Great memories Jayne I remember watching you play and admiring your ground strokes and mental toughness! Lets keep that going Tennis is the one of the best sports because as you mature you can just get better & better. Thank you for this Post!
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