Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Rain, pain, soccer ... and Facebook •
Tuesday morning, as I’m writing this, it’s lightning and raining and
thundering. We constantly worry about the power going out, but so far,
so good! At home, if it looks like it might rain,
the power goes out. I always feel so sorry for the HSUD guys, because
it always starts raining just about the time they get there. As
much as our power goes out, I really, really appreciate the HSUD guys!
Rural electricity is always iffy and those guys always take good care
of us! Just like the power going out if it might
rain, people with arthritis, etc. can tell if it’s going to rain. Pain
is a great indicator! Monday night Pop and I were
discussing the fact that we were aching! Pop doesn’t have many bones
that haven’t been broken or aren’t arthritis riddled. I have hip, wrist
ankle and elbow arthritis. So, we were comparing
pains and our youngest granddaughter came in. She listened a minute or
two and then said, as if she were as old and worn out as Pop and I —
“My wrist and collarbone are killing me too! My wrist has hurt all
day!” She’s 13. • We get a lot of enjoyment from
what our granddaughters say and do. Both my brothers were visiting
Sunday afternoon and while the youngest, Danny, was napping off lunch,
Dennis, Meredith, Kris and I were sitting at the table discussing
“stuff.” Dennis was explaining the World Cup
(soccer) to Meredith and somehow the conversation turned to David
Beckham, who according to Dennis, is and always will be, the greatest
soccer player in the world. Meredith, 15, who
played soccer in early elementary school at Marshall Academy, pipes up
and announces that she knows David Beckham. She said he came to school soccer camp one summer and coached her team. I don’t think we ever convinced her that it couldn’t have been “the” David Beckham. • I Facebooked one of Mere’s soccer team member’s mom and asked her. She didn’t have a clue either. Facebook
is so convenient that it’s kinda scary. I talk to friends that I
haven’t seen since junior high school. I talk to family and friends who
live clear across the country. I talk to friends of friends. There
are also the people that I don’t have a clue who they are — one guy
said he wanted to be my “friend,” so I could review his music. One guy
just “needed someone to talk to about his problems.” I didn’t know
either of them. The good part is that I can “hear” what my granddaughters and their friends are up to! |