Red Light, Green Light
I'm stickin' to my own game at the moment -- that being Tag, or Pom Pom Pull Away, or maybe Dodgeball. ; )
I've already kicked one major bad habit, and I am in the midst of paying the price (WW) of what that little self-improvement cost me -- it's a debt that will take a while to pay off. I know, I know, it's worth it in the end -- I've reduced my chances of being burdened by a little oxygen cart on wheels, of having to knit a cozy that matches St. Brigid for it, of having tubes going up my nose in coming years. The $11 (max) a week it costs me at WW is a lot less than the $28 a week I was spending on cigarettes (and that was a year and a half ago -- I imagine they've gone up like everything else). My doctor said she'd rather see me carry extra weight than continue smoking. Well, I miss smoking anyway. I miss it more than my sister does, and I'm pretty sure that I miss it more than Ann -- at the very least, I think about it more. I still think about it a LOT. Don't worry, I'm not going to start again (I could never face you people), but I'm not sure I'm ready (or have the fortitude) yet to give up another pleasure -- even though it's bad for me, even though I know I should, even though maybe I kind of want to. Why do all the good things have to be so damn bad... or is that bad things being good... or whatever... WHY?
For now, I'm going to continue my evasive games, but I kind of hope to be lured into theirs -- if it looks like they're having enough fun. I may find myself irresistably drawn to the sidelines and, maybe, I'll find myself playing their game, too. You guys try to have fun, okay? ; )
I started this post by uploading the picture you see up there -- my finds at the antique mall last week. I seem to be coming home lately with nothing but books and photographs from these types of outings. I thought that my girls would be inspired as much as I was by Transfer, and I could not pass up The Golden Age of Homespun with the little spinning wheel -- it was half-price, but I'd have paid full (it was a bargain either way). ; ) It doesn't have much to do with spinning -- just a chapter or two related to fiber and textiles -- but I love this kind of reminiscent, pioneer days book. Anyway, this post has run away with itself and I'm much more excited about...
PLAYGROUND GAMES! Hot diggity! I played plenty of them on the playground at school (when we weren't giving each other underducks on the swings, watching so our skirts didn't fly up too high, or hanging from the monkey bars -- and again with the skirts -- it wasn't 'til I was in 6th grade that we girls could wear pants), but we played them just as often at home -- Kickball right in the middle of a T-shaped intersection in front of our house. I've got proof on the silent, Super-8 home movies that my dad transferred to VHS for us a few years ago (yet to be committed to DVD) where I'm wearing all my favorite outfits of the late '60s and early '70s! The neighborhood I lived in from 3rd-7th grades was a new subdivision and swarming with kids. LuAnn, Valerie and Jeanne were my best friends. Jeanne lived right next door in a "modern" house compared to the rest in the neighborhood (her dad was an architect) and sbe was also one of five, but was the second oldest and had two brothers whereas I was the eldest and had only one brother. Valerie's dad was a preacher; she had an older sister and imaginary friends and is the reason I got a guinea pig. LuAnn... her parents had both been married before (so exotic) and it was to LuAnn's house I'd go, whenever I could, just before 3:00 on summer afternoons, to watch Dark Shadows.
We played a lot at construction sites of homes being built in the neighborhood -- in the "home" or in the piles of dirt displaced from digging for the foundation. When we got older, we often played boy-girl games of Truth-or-Dare (lots of kissing) amongst those hills, hidden from view. Mostly, we played on the street or sidewalk, in empty lots before the weeds got too tall, or across our front or back yards. That list of playground games makes me reel with happy memories, and think of the hours we spent playing Dodgeball, Keep Away, Hopscotch, Jacks, Jumping rope, Clapping ("Oh Mary Mack, Mack, Mack..."), Kickball, Marbles, Red Rover, Red Light Green Light, Mother May I, Tag (and variations), Hide and Seek, Kick the Can, Capture the Flag... and Pom Pom Pull Away, my most favorite of all!