It's been hot and humid this summer, just the way it should be in the Midwest. It makes me miss the west again with it's dry air. Oh well...keep calm and carry on!
The other day during pickleball play one of the older men commented that I sure had nice rosy cheeks. I was just about to explain about acne roscea and how my face gets beet red and not to be alarmed when the second old codger comes back with "that's what happens when you wear white shorts".
I was stunned into silence (not an easy feat) as both of these guys grinned at me. Note to self: don't wear white shorts while playing pickleball.
My other favorite remark lately was at the lunch following the tournament. My doubles partner told the story of when he first arrived to learn to play. Everyone was nice and very helpful, explaining the rules of the game and such.
But he said it was my laughter and smart mouth putting people into a festive mood that made him want to come back again. Who would have known my big mouth could do something so positive?
In Winona, one of the players described me as having an intoxicating laugh.
I like that so much better than my daughter's observation that I don't laugh so much as cackle.
She's right, however.
It is more of a cackle.
Hmmm, now that I think about it perhaps he was thinking I was drunk while playing. I'll have to give that some more thought.
Long Live the Pensive (and Confused) Queen