Thursday, October 14, 2004
I think my volleyball team has become victims of our own growing competence.
See, last week was our best week, winning 2 out of 3 games.
Last night, we played better than we ever have before, but were sadly trounced in 2 of 3 games. Okay, “trounced” might be a bit harsh, we really did hold our own, but we did definitely lose.
It appears that, because we were playing better, we played more difficult teams.
Since we now seem to be stuck in a palindrome record, I’m not holding out a lot of hope for next week’s games…
In other news, I went to Vancouver to spend some time with my family breaking the law this past weekend. My grandmother passed away last May, and this weekend would have marked her 80th birthday. So we scattered her ashes in picturesque Lynn Canyon, where my sister and brother-in-law scattered my grandad’s ashes when he died, 6 years ago. Just below the wooden bridge, if you're in the area and want to pay your respects. We sang "Happy Birthday" and drank a cup of tea afterwards; it was quite a lovely way to do it, really.
I can’t remember the last time my dad’s side of the family has all gotten together like that. It was nice, but odd, in the sense that all the ‘kids’ are grown-ups now. However, my and Alex’s presence did serve to take the “when are you having kids?” pressure off of my cousin Paul and his wife, so I feel like we did some good. As you know, we live to serve…
We held a celebration of Nannie's life on the Friday afternoon, and my aunt's father-in-law, who has Alzheimer's, hit on many of the attendees. It was interesting, to say the least...many of the people there were women Nannie had volunteered with at the Voice of Women over the years, and their recent newsletter had a write-up about the tireless effort she’d put in over the years.
I always find it odd to picture your family members, especially grandparents, outside of the context in which you knew them…and although I’d heard Nannie talk about VOW a few times, I don’t think she ever invited me to a meeting or an event. Which seems kind of odd, in retrospect; I wonder if that was a part of her life that allowed her to feel like an individual rather than a mother/grandmother? I could understand a need for that kind of separation.
Plus, it’s not like my life was starving for feminist action…
See, last week was our best week, winning 2 out of 3 games.
Last night, we played better than we ever have before, but were sadly trounced in 2 of 3 games. Okay, “trounced” might be a bit harsh, we really did hold our own, but we did definitely lose.
It appears that, because we were playing better, we played more difficult teams.
Since we now seem to be stuck in a palindrome record, I’m not holding out a lot of hope for next week’s games…
In other news, I went to Vancouver to spend some time with my family breaking the law this past weekend. My grandmother passed away last May, and this weekend would have marked her 80th birthday. So we scattered her ashes in picturesque Lynn Canyon, where my sister and brother-in-law scattered my grandad’s ashes when he died, 6 years ago. Just below the wooden bridge, if you're in the area and want to pay your respects. We sang "Happy Birthday" and drank a cup of tea afterwards; it was quite a lovely way to do it, really.
I can’t remember the last time my dad’s side of the family has all gotten together like that. It was nice, but odd, in the sense that all the ‘kids’ are grown-ups now. However, my and Alex’s presence did serve to take the “when are you having kids?” pressure off of my cousin Paul and his wife, so I feel like we did some good. As you know, we live to serve…
We held a celebration of Nannie's life on the Friday afternoon, and my aunt's father-in-law, who has Alzheimer's, hit on many of the attendees. It was interesting, to say the least...many of the people there were women Nannie had volunteered with at the Voice of Women over the years, and their recent newsletter had a write-up about the tireless effort she’d put in over the years.
I always find it odd to picture your family members, especially grandparents, outside of the context in which you knew them…and although I’d heard Nannie talk about VOW a few times, I don’t think she ever invited me to a meeting or an event. Which seems kind of odd, in retrospect; I wonder if that was a part of her life that allowed her to feel like an individual rather than a mother/grandmother? I could understand a need for that kind of separation.
Plus, it’s not like my life was starving for feminist action…
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