The Winner!

“Who do you think the starting pitcher will be?”

“I hope someone makes a home run.”

“Are our seats in the shaded area of the stadium?”

“I hope there’s a foul ball. I’ve got my glove.”

“Did you see the end of last night’s game?”

“I just wish they wouldn’t wait until the last inning to pull the game out.”

“Did you see the slide at home?”

“What were they thinking? Putting in that relief pitcher….”

Yes, there was a lot of anticipation and speculation by my family members during our three-hour car trip to the ball park. I, too, was excited and anxious.

“Should I have a New York style or Chicago style hot dog?”

“Or, maybe I should just have a plain hot dog without any relish, ketchup, or mustard.”

“Should I pick relish, ketchup, or mustard, to win their race?”

“Just how hot will it be?”

“I hope no one spills beer on me.”

“I wonder who the other team is….”

Oh yes, nothing like a family trip to the ball park.



Summer Vacation!

Reservations were made two years ago; work vacations scheduled; and kids’ summer activities’ coaches informed. It was vacation time!

All sixteen family members arrived safely to the five-bedroom, two-bath, rustic cabin in the mountains. I had pictured the cabin with a horseshoe over the doorway, knotty pine walls, wooden floors with an oval braided rug, and possibly a deer-antler lamp. The reservations clerk, however, meant “rustic” as in portions of the log cabin were probably constructed before 1907. The chinking between the logs appeared original, and I placed the carpeting from sometime in the 1970s. Still, what a great way to enjoy the mountains!

But, after I read the warning not to leave the cabin or go to sleep without locking the ground floor windows and doors for fear of bears, I panicked. The rustic windows did not lock.

“Don’t worry,” a family member (not from bear country) said. “The front-desk girl told me they haven’t had any problems with bears yet this year–just don’t leave food out.”  His words were not reassuring.

Happily, there were no bears–and judging by the pile of shoes always by the door, we were especially careful of the floors of our rustic cabin.

Busy, Busy, Busy

My life is busy. Yet, in a recent one-month period, I did or brought about, the following extras:

  • Installed a new hard drive on my computer
  • Installed a new and canceled the old virus protection
  • Determined I needed and purchased a new printer cable
  • Cleared internal storage on my camera, purchased, and installed a new SDHC card
  • Determined there is a maximum number of times a phone can be dropped
  • Filed insurance claim on phone using computer AND participated in a live chat
  • Enrolled in a special UPS “club” which allowed me to know the delivery time of my new phone (I am concerned they already knew the name of my first born child and the birth date of my last born child.)
  • Purchased a new car along with my husband

I do want to give a special thank you to the many technicians, in-store and tele-communications personnel, and car salesmen who assisted with the above.

During this period of time, my stress level rose to the “high alert” level, and I understood why as my mother aged, she was contented to sit home and watch television. I’m not there yet, but, wait…is that Gunsmoke?

Break a leg!

“Nana, you will come, won’t you?”

“Oh yes, I wouldn’t miss it. You know I enjoy the theatre,” I answered.

I enjoy the theatre, and some years ago on a visit to New York attended several Broadway shows. My small community is only a couple hours away from cities that host touring Broadway shows.  Yet, my best theatre experiences have happened during my years as Nana.

A few memorable performances that come quickly to mind are those in which my grandchildren excelled as the following: a mermaid, a raccoon, a cart-wheeling orphan, a “lead” zebra, a blade of grass, a Munchkin, an Oompa Loompa, a piece of pizza, a leaf, a flower, a chorus member, a pirate, a leopard, a shepherd, a lamb, the Virgin Mary, and Joseph.

Now, I’m not one to brag, but I myself am a veteran of the theatre having appeared as a “town person” in community theatre productions. My first role, however, remains my favorite, and indeed, was my best performance. I was in the second- grade at a one-room school and performed the classic role of “rock” to rave reviews.

It was the best-ever performance…my grandma said so.