I also wrestled
In high school, I was required to wrestle. Not much fun, as the lightest kid on the mat, but at least I understood the basic tenets. All little kids do. We wrestle with others, because it goes with the territory. And, let the record show, most of us escape without serious injury, because we’re so unskilled and we don’t have far to fall. I learned to accept defeat as a part of my life.
Where am I going with this? Oh, right, my daily dose of Olympic effort. Today, the women faced off and grappled for a chance to wear gold. Never use the timeworn “You fight like a girl” around someone of that calibre! They, too, rarely get injured, but I suspect it has a lot to do with some serious physical conditioning in the years leading up to that turn in the circle. And, as I learned, Canada gets gold!
I opted to do something much less dangerous this evening; I baked a pie. Not from scratch, because that also requires some serious conditioning, but at least I can whip a packaged filling and a packaged shell into something edible… once I whip some egg whites into magical meringue. Letting it cool down, now.
Saw a whole set of photos from the family gathering in a particular brewpub last evening. My mother, with my sister and my sons. All together, in harmony. Were they singing? Unsure. Was there ale involved? Yes, but only of the highest quality. Family made, etc. I’ve been told that my turn to visit is coming, once the weather permits a dog on duty in the family car in a city.
