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I am bad at sports. Yes, I was the person always picked last at kickball. Half the opposing team would scoot up when they saw me and my short little legs step up to plate. The other half would tell the first half that were being mean. Then they would scoot up too. Yes, I still hate kickball to this day. I never had enough power to kick the ball far or hit the baseball out of the park during softball. I was too short to be useful during basketball games, and I couldn’t serve the ball over the net during volleyball. Why did I play so many sports anyway? I guess my parents hated me. They probably thought I needed exercise and sunshine and that maybe some hand-eye coordination would seep its way into my brain. It didn’t. I vaguely remember being the kid who chatted with everyone else on the bleachers or who played in the dirt during softball.

I never became an athlete when I got older but things did get easier. I could suddenly make a few baskets even though I never could during practice. I could serve the ball over the net (underhand but that still counts) and as for kickball. Okay well I still suck at that and soccer, nut I refused to be on a kick ball team and signed up for beach volleyball instead. I say beach a lot, but I mean sand volleyball. There are no beaches in Kansas and if there were they would be freezing at this time of year. The weather is spastic anyway, so while the beginning of the week had sunny skies and shorts, by the time volleyball came around I was wearing sweats and huddled in a jacket the whole time.

A beach volleyball ball.

My skills at volleyball aren’t advanced but they’re more than I had as a child. I can reliably serve the ball over the net. I probably got more serves over than anyone else on my team. I can normally always touch the ball if it comes over to me. That’s not a great feat, half the time I ended up in the sand, but I can normally hit easy balls and I’m somewhat entertaining when I shriek and bat at serves so I am tolerated. Some of my teammates have played volleyball for years and some of them are like nine freaking feet tall  so I am no way near the best player on my team. And I couldn’t stop us from getting slaughtered during our matches this time. But I do okay and I help drink the beer we get. I am content with what I bring to the team. I just hope it warms up and that we remember more beer next time.

Artist

When I was around five we moved into a little circle drive. I know we lived in the same area but I barely remember our house before this one. I remember being friends with the girl who lived behind us, but I can’t remember any of our other neighbors. Our cul-de-sac has about 12 houses in it, I could count the actual number but it is dark outside and I am lazy. Ours was the third house to be built so we’ve seen almost everyone move in. This way it was easier to get to know our small circle of neighbors. Most of the neighbors had children that I grew up with, but many of them moved once their children grew. Now, I only know the neighbors that have been around as long as we have. I don’t see the neighborhood as much as I used to when I was running around outside. I wave whenever a car passes me but I never know if I’m waving to a neighbor or someone who’s just using our circle drive to turn around in.

My favorite neighbor is one I never speak to. He actually lives in the duplexes across the street from us. We’ve known him for a few years but I can’t remember how it started. He’s an elderly African American gentleman who sits on a bench outside his house when the weather is nice. We live off a busy street and as far as I can tell he just sits there enjoying the weather, observing the traffic, and talking to joggers who pass by. One day we started waving to him. I think my mom started it while I was in the car and then I waved to him too. I’ve barely spoken to him since I saw him across the street but I always enjoy seeing him outside. We know his name is Artist, he has a big family, a nice wife, and various health problems. He can’t putter around in his yard as much as he used to but he still likes to sit outside when he can. Today was the first day I saw him outside this Spring and I hope to see him more.

My mom and I tried to restart our habit of drinking margaritas outside at Chipotle when the weather is nice but due to a “city ordinance” we can longer drink on patio. It’s shocking but in this battle of the outdoors vs. tequila, I think sitting outside is going to win. What are you doing now that Spring is here?

 

A cul-de-sac sign in Dublin, Ireland.

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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