The last two winters have been the
same. After the ball-playing ends in early November, our
little group of softballites sorta pair up and go off in their
own direction. Justin and Tina, Hammy and Cathy, Coco and
Terri, Barney and Be', Vicky and Random Guy Who Will Want To
Play Ball With Us But We Won't Let Him. There is the occasional
get-together for New Year's or the Super Bowl or Atlantic City,
but for the most part we all burrow our separate ways.
It's a little bit sad, because during softball season, we see or
talk to each other almost every day, and then all of a sudden poof--our
friendships seems to go the way of the Furby. At least
until Spring.
As for the Bethy and I, we really do
set up our own Seinfeld-esque gang in which we speak a
language all our own and give each other shit for any little
personality quirk or slip-up. For example, this is one of
our email exchanges earlier this week:
Glenn: Hi's, sweetie. How's your day?
I have a prezzie here for ya.........yays!
Beth: Prezzie, prezzie, prezzie...what is
it? That diffuser that I was hoping for on our
anniversary?
Glenn: No, I got you 5 things: 1) a coffee
table with a built-in shoe rack, 2) a surge protector, so you
can plug in your computer and hair dryer at the same time, 3) a
book called "Popcorn-Making For Dummys", 4) a picture
of your car to carry around in your wallet so you know what it
looks like, 5) Donut-Of-The-Month Club membership. This
month's selection: Peanut Butter-Carrot Crullers.
Beth: Ya jackass.
Glenn: It's tough being so funny.
Beth: What am I supposed to do if I lock myself
out of the house again? That wasn't on your list.
Glenn: Oh yeah, I fergot.........I got 473
duplicate keys made. I put 'em under the mat. Be
careful when you come home, there's a bit of a bump there.
And so on and so
forth. Even I lose track of what the hell we're talking
about sometimes. But I suppose it keeps us from killing
each other off during the repetitive winter days and
nights. We live a life that's about nothing. I like
it that way.
