Dawn Tolbert

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Croquet #366Days Day 81

When I was a kid, one of my favorite things was pulling out the croquet set at my Aunt Libby and Uncle Gus’s house. I felt terribly grown up as we’d try to hit the colorful balls through the wire hoops. Of course, being the youngest by a few years, my skills were a bit lagging and, once I got to the age of having a fair shot, it was fairly rare that I could talk someone into playing. Such is the life of the youngest, I suppose.

At any rate, one of the things I asked for last Christmas was my very own croquet set. Mother and Daddy were kind enough to oblige my request, and I found an amazing deal on a complete set. Larry and I had just purchased the vacant lot behind us, meaning of course that what has always looked like our backyard is now in fact our backyard. To me, the new lot looked like the perfect place to play croquet.

It is now almost exactly two months since Christmas [Can you believe that?!?], and we’ve yet to crack open the croquet set. Of course, in December I didn’t expect that we’d be facing a Noah-worthy period of 40 days and 40 nights of rain. Of course, it hasn’t rained constantly, but it sure feels like it. And, when it hasn’t rained, it has been cold or I’ve been busy or some other reason.

But I can’t wait for springier weather to get here so Larry and I can play our first game of croquet on the new lot. I tease him that it seems a fitting way to use our time now that we’re land barons. {That’s totally hyperbole, by the way; the lot is not that big!} Larry is a great sport — especially with his less-than-sporting wife. He could run circles around me (and does). Our one husband-led tennis lesson left me on the court in gales of laughter, and we’ve had quite a few ping pong matches that could have earned me international fame for my ineptitude had anyone had the foresight to video them. And thank goodness they didn’t! But it’s all about having fun, right? That’s what I’ll tell myself while I ice my pride.

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