Last week I spent a lot of time sitting in my big chair listening to one and two-syllable words: sweep, harder, go, go, hurry, hurry hard, clean it, just for line.
In between enhancing my vocabulary, watching high fives, low fives and very animated facial expressions, I managed to watch a granddaughter swim for her university team a couple of times, a grandson play volleyball for his university team, and my favourite basketball and hockey teams lose and win.
In my spare time I also managed to read a couple of books on my kindle.
I did get to participate in some meaningful conversation though, as my best friend and I debated the merits of a particular shot, whether they should have guarded or drawn into the house and was the young Ontario team that won starting a new curling dynasty.
I think I might have been a bit lethargic, perhaps a bit over zealous on the sports side of life and maybe even procrastinated a bit on other things. Oh well, I get to take a week off before I listen to the same conversation from the men as they participate in the brier.
I was also happy to look out the window this morning and see the drive way covered with snow as I got to participate in some meaningful exercise.
*** FYI, for the readers who are not Canadian, Dad’s talking about the game of curling in his post today!