I obviously led a deprived (depraved?) childhood. There are things typical y-chromosomal units learned that I did not.
· I cannot throw a ball. As a youngster, I was pummeled with one over-riding epithet. “Zubke, you throw like a girl.” That, of course, was patently untrue. Every double x I know throws better than I, and most of them outdo the epithet hurlers of old. There’s just something about the skill that eludes me.
· I cannot remove a bullhead from a hook. Try as I would, the slimy little devils outmaneuvered me every time. I am convinced that my father-in-law had the only true method…and that one I learned. Catch a bullhead, cut the line, and start over!
· I don’t know how to spit. Some of my cohorts could hit a tin can with unerring accuracy from distances greater than three feet. If the can were between my feet, I would miss it.
You may wonder how I got to today’s chain of thought. Even if you didn’t, I’m going to share! I just got back from running (in and of itself a punishment for leading a bad life!) and I was totally engrossed in ideas for today’s blog. While running, I have learned that it is better to expectorate the product of my salivary glands rather to ingest it. Lost as I was in thought, I didn’t even realize that I had turned into the wind. As my ninth grade boys would say (and you realize all ninth grade boys have one commonality…wait for it…) I hocked a lugie. And it returned. My ninth grade girls also have a commonality to ninth grade boys doing things like that. Here it is. “Gross!” Thank god for gloves and little traffic. I did make it home. I did come up with a topic. And I have shared. At times, for me, life is the spits! But I sure do enjoy the ride! May the wind always be at your back and always remember you are loved!