There is a thread in my life
that seams together
the simple things-
the simple joys of life-
such as my nephew’s basketball games,
and family and friends.
When it dawns on me that ‘that’ thread is surfacing,
there is no other word for it…
I get to feel
Last year it looked like this.
My nephew’s play-off game was against Burton where
my daughters and I had a wonderful breakfast and fun at a few garage sales on our way to Warrenton
the previous year.
Daughter #3 in Warrenton after stopping in Burton
I wrote about that here.
This year it looks like this.
At a play-off basketball game Tuesday night-
where I spent most of the fourth quarter in the hallway pressing
cold Ozarka water bottles, purchased at the Poteet High School concession stand,
to my RED cheeks and wild eyed anxiety,
the thread surfaced again.
When my nephew was benched for foul trouble ,
my father (his grandfather) who is in his 80’s,
who was sitting right behind the bench,
tapped his grandson on the shoulder and said,
“Gimme your shoes. I’ll finish it for you."
They will be playing Calvert on Friday.
About 15 years ago, while at A&M for a Thanksgiving football game,
I went to Calvert looking for treasures,
and I found these.
I used them recently at a birthday club dinner
at my friend Anna’s house.
In taking the photo of the bowls,
I noticed this on the same counter.
Anna gave me this cookbook.
It is all seamed together in the simplest way.
I’ll be taking off early enough for the game to do some junking in Floresville,
Stockdale, Seguin, La Vernia, and Geronimo.
As my father of few priceless words said,
‘There’s a lot of old stuff up around there.’
I am looking for more threads.