Andy is a huge Alabama fan and the last time I swam in the afternoon was the day of National Championship game.
“Congratulations,” I said. For in the South we congratulate people if “their” team wins as if they were in uniform on the field throwing the ball around.
Then I had a bit of panic.
Did Alabama win? They did win didn’t they?
I couldn’t for the life of me remember if they indeed won.
“Yes, they did,” Andrew replied. “Quite handily.”
That’s why I was at the pool. If I needed to dunk my head in water to clear the fog — I might as well get some exercise.
I got in my lane and did my workout.
The older guy to my left was smoking fast (for an older guy.) Then to my great relief I saw he was wearing huge scuba-type fins.
There were two older women to my right. They exercised up and down the lane.
I’m not by any means an extroverted swimmer, but if I’m kicking with the board and make eye contact with another pool participant, I only think it civil to smile, nod, or give some recognition that they are another human.
I swam and tried to enjoy it. Tried to squash thoughts how my shoulders will never rotate like they should on the backstroke and how my chest never seems to pop out of the water like the aqua queens.
I got done and went to the locker room.
While getting dressed, I heard the two older women come in.
And one remarked to the other, “That was Marveloouusss.” The word went on for about 10 syllables and was as rich, deep and melodic as a banana split on a July evening.
Her marvelous resonated over and over in my head. I wish I had it recorded.
I’d play it and swim in it.
She didn’t look like she was haven’t all that much more fantastical fun than me. Heck, even pokey me lapped her constantly. (Yes, I live to lap octogenarians at the Aquatics Center.)
Wow. Christmas is taking a toll on my blogging but today was a SUPER day in Madison, G Aay.
First, was the Christmas Rush Road Race and then the Christmas Parade.
When we found our spots on the Square, my eight year old asked for the camera.
I gave it to him.
What follows is his interpretation of the parade. (He did super.)
My only addition were photos of former running partner Kim Sitzmann plugging a promised run date with me on her smartphone. After I hurt my knee (which Praise God has recovered) she moved on to younger, prettier running partners.
Maybe the way to approach this would be to ask…as an adult, have you ever taught children’s Sunday School?
Meet Laura Margaret Burbach. I’ve blogged about her before, but one thing you might not know about this special high school senior is that she teaches the Kindergarten – Second Grade class every week at church.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I taught three-year-old Sunday School class at Peachtree Road Methodist. Actually it was more like Children’s Church during the eleven o’clock service.
There I learned two things.
* If you teach, your child will then become possessed a demon vomiting pea soup. (And be the only child that has to be sent out to sit in the hall.)
* And if you continue to feed your young charges, they sit there quietly. I don’t know how many Sunday lunches I ruined by letting children stuff themselves with Cheez-Its. But I didn’t care.
* * *
Today they acted up a little. But for the most part, they were just cute kids learning about Joseph and how he provided grain for the nation of Israel.
Look at this hair....love it.
Then it was time to make some Thanksgiving napkin holders.
I tried real hard to stay in the lines when coloring my Indian corn.
This was Sydney's. She was quite the perfectionist corn colorer.
It was taking Sydney a long time. She asked if I could help her.
I said, “No way.” I had my own napkin holders for Thanksgiving dinner to worry about. Where did she think I was? Church?
Laura Margaret had to leave early to head to Atlanta for the Georgia Youth Assembly.
I only let go of her ankle halfway down the hall after the sight of me sobbing and pleading “Don’t leave” was upsetting the babies in the nursery.
So with her gone, I entertained the kiddies with a rousing game of Thanksgiving charades.
They loved it.
I had them spellbound.
But the best surprise of the day was how good my son acted.
He actually said he loved having me there and wants me to come every Sunday.
I don’t think so. I think I kind of peaked today.
Thanks Laura Margaret for volunteering your time with the kids each week.
Do you teach Sunday School? What are any tips…rather than just keeping them eating?
Our November meeting was held at this lovely garden nook and Rosemary, Elizabeth and I brought the vittles.
Mine's in the middle.
We Three SoupMakers made butternut squash, kale with carrots and I brought chicken noodle. It was terribly hard opening up all those cans and dumping them in my Crock Pot. I suffered a nasty flesh wound on the tip of my right index finger.
We also provided sandwiches. Ham, chicken salad and I made pimento cheese. I got a little crazy and tried a new recipe with cream cheese in addition to mayonnaise.
It was unbelievably yummy. Sometimes my good luck surprises me.
Debbie, the owner, treated us to a demonstration on decorating with succulents. Say that six times fast.
It was really lovely to be in such a perfect looking spot.
All full of holiday cheer.
Made mental note of this display. This is exactly how my dining table is going to look this Christmas. Without the deer. Sans the lovely balls. Well, without most of it -- but I do have a stash of magnolia leaves.
I wanted to take this big guy home -- but he refused to leave his mate.
The lovely Jules Speyer looked over the display.
The past few weeks, I've been dying to pull over and pick some cotton. But I think it's pretty much gone from the fields now.
Shelley called the meeting to order. This usually takes some threat of violence. It's a crazy, wild group.
Seems Ann was paying lots of attention to the program.
We sang the best, most forgiving mother-in-law in the world "Happy Birthday."
Then we adjourned for the wonderful lunch. Mary I'd be careful displaying such unbridled enthusiasm at these things -- the nominating committee is always watching. I'm thinking our next president?
Great fun was had by all.
If you are in town, head to Le Petit Jardin. I made note that she is getting fresh lettuce in..I need to plant more.
How do you keep your gardening interest piqued in the colder months?