coffee and mud

In addition to being surrounded by mostly younger individuals, I get to participate in rowdy "backyard" games where the boys get serious and the girls run around giggling a lot.  I think we all felt like kids again, in our parents' backyards or hometown parks on a summer Saturday night.  Ninja apparel was don, rules were set, and boundaries were established.  Capture the flag at it's finest.

There is something lovely about being part of a team, striving for the same goal.  Even in track, I savored those relays, especially the 4 x 200.  Cheering your lungs out as your third leg flies toward you with pleaing, trustful eyes.  Then the warm relief of a perfect hand-off with the weight of holding your four-member family together in your hand.  

It was a muddy mix of rugby and powder puff memories last night.  We started strong, scoring 2 or 3 consecutive goals, but ended at the bottom.  Still, everyone was smiling through the brown goop in the end.  I guess there is nothing like a warm meat pie and soda after a goofy game of footy.  I steered clear of the protein filled pastry... A hybrid of a hot pocket, chicken pot pie, and sloppy joe.  But, I am noticing it's a popular "game day" (or lazy day) delicacy around here ;)

I'm finishing this post a day late...

Checking my mailbox Monday, I was completely surprised by a big box from home!  What gracious parents I have.  What a treat... REAL coffee, dark chocolate, teas, vintage soap from Barnes and Noble, a mini Bible, and a very schweet card.  Totally unexpected.  Thank you :)

Of course, this meant I had an excuse to buy the coffee pot I have been dreaming about...