A Ramble Write Delight

Hmm. Tonight, if I am too be honest, I just don't feel like writing something coherent. The thing is, I haven't posted anything for four whole days. ARGH! The horror of it all. It's not like I don't want to interact with the ol' blockchain, and I definitely miss chit chatting with you all, it's just that I've been rather busy doing things.

As I pondered this reluctance to create blogawesomeness, a little glimmer of a thought popped into my mind. Other people have created tags and schticks, maybe I could do that sort of a thing too. Tonight, I just wanted to spit out little anecdotes of amusement about incidents that brought me joy over the last four days of my Steemit silence, and it hit me, I shall call this post a Ramble Write! I mean the tag #ramblewrite just looks fun, and who knows, maybe some other Steemit peeps will do some Ramble Writes on days they just want to share interesting life events with the rest of us. I know I enjoy perusing what others around the globe are up too!

So, off to the Rambling composition races we go!

Yesterday was my son's first basketball game of the season. He's in sixth grade and plays for our town's local Park and Rec league. In true small town style, our Park and Rec director just up and quit. What made that fact a bit interesting is when we arrived at the local junior high for his game, we heard an alarm shrieking. We wandered up to the gym entrance and discovered that everyone had broken into the Junior high, no one had a key for the lights, and everyone, parents and players alike, were milling about in general confusion. Our new Park and Rec director stepped into the fray. She is my neighbor and I just know she is going to go all Leslie Knope for our town. In a few minutes time she had a ref for our game, some emergency lights on, and lined out someone to keep score and time the game. I had flashbacks to my street ball days watching the kids warm up in the barely lit gym. All we needed was some gangtsa rap, some Mountain Dew and I might have put my sweatshirt on backwards and started showing off my old and busted b-ball moves.

The game itself was legend. My son was on a team in a neighboring town for the last two years, but this year my neighbor and my son hatched a plan to have our boy play for our neighbor's team. I was okay with this development because that meant I didn't have to drive my son to practice, as my neighbor would take him along with their son. Bonus! Here's the interesting part. My boy is about a foot taller and seventy pounds heavier than any of the other kids. He's also left handed, so it was like watching Lurch play basketball against a bunch of chihuahuas. Our Bobo would get the ball, lumber down the court at a gallop, stop and sedately sink the ball into the hoop. I am pretty sure that most of the crowd died laughing as the kids would bounce against our son trying to grab the ball from him, he would leisurely just hold the ball in the air and pass it to one of his teammates or plunk it in the basket. One time, when a small fry bounced off of our kid's stout Hawaiian frame, I was worried that I might have to get my dad some oxygen due to his excessive laughter. Ron wasn't rambling, he was rolling!

Our son brought us more laughter as we engaged in our weekly skeet shooting practice. As we walked out to our shooting range to blast a few clays out of the sky, one of our friends just started giggling. She was also shaking her head.

I am so immune to his fashion choices that his attire of football cleats and shorts didn't even phase me....

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One of the most fun moments of the last couple days occurred on the way to Bobo's basketball game. My brother stopped by to caravan up to the Junior High with us. He had put a new stereo in his Duramax beast pickup, and as a caring sister, I announced that I was going to ride with him to assess just how excellent the new stereo was. We are getting older, so his sound listening palate is improving with age. It's not just all about the bass anymore, apparently the new system had a lot more clarity.

Behold! The Master Of Stereo And Vinyl Flooring Installation!!!

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Well, I could hear everything really well as we blasted up the hill toward town, and I am pretty sure the denizens of our little burg could hear the crispness of my bro's sound system too. I know this fact to be true because we serenaded half the town as we drove through. I belted our Huey Lewis and The News' Heart and Soul with a sufficient amount of gusto in order to match the sound system's melodious projections. One guy even tripped when my bro and I did a duet moment, it magical.

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There was also a spontaneous girl's makeup and face mask party, a creepy co-worker stalking complete with an orange post it note in the back windshield hello, a new neighbor moving in (complete with six huskies!), and a whole plethora of cookery happened. Honestly, I could Ramble Write for days, for I have determined my life is kinda excellent. There's an adventure around every snow berm for sure, and I will endeavor to continue sharing them. One thing's for sure, I will be checking the #ramblewrite tag in hopes to read and upvote the tales of your experiences too!!!

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And as pretty much always, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's long suffering and non-rusting iPhone.

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