We entertained the neighborhood Saturday the same way we 'entertained' the Sociology Department that was situated overlooking the tennis courts in college. Somehow our tennis matches always ended in yelling, screaming, and promises we would NEVER play tennis together again. "You hit that out of my reach purposely!" "Did that serve have to be that hard???" I'm sure these bouts were the bases for many master's theses and renewed confirmations to stay single for quite a few.
It was during our window washing fest on Saturday that differences in opinions came to light. I wasn't listening, we were doing only the windows and not weeding, I wasn't listening, I didn't realize the solution in the bottle attached to the hose wouldn't last forever, I didn't read the directions which said to soap only for 20 seconds, oh, and, I wasn't listening. All this until he realized I was the one holding the hose pointed right at his head.
If this seems a bit one sided, please rest assured I can give as good as I get. Tennis, anyone?
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.