Bocce Canceled
Yesterday's News Still Moves
Regular readers might remember that this agency plays Bocce on Mondays. I find it increasingly difficult to remember anything. So, I forgive you for not remembering, and myself for possibly never before mentioning the afore mentioned.
Charlie, our division captain, left me the message. And sure enough, as predicted, the skies above the pinelands opened up and the rain came down, with lots of flashes and rumbles.
Before the rain came, I checked the tomato plants and saw the first flowers of this season on the cherry vines. I have been worrying about them. They grew fast and then slowed down to a crawl. I fed them on Saturday, concerned that they needed something more to get them going. So, there was a possibility my assist helped. I have been guilty of overwatering in the past. I am going to credit myself for this little win. I need a victory now and then.
That said, I might now jinx our season, by noting we have won twelve of fifteen games and all but our first match of the season. We are leading our division, for the first time in four of the five I have been playing as co-captain.
So, there you go. Yesterday’s news from the pinelands. Tomato flowers and bocce rainouts, and the view out the back-room window after the downpours ended this morning.
I neglected to make it utterly clear....they were playing bocce in an empty lot.
Lovely vignette. Makes me misty for the Brooklyn of my childhood. Seventy years later I still have not finished mourning that place. There, just off the corner of 92d Street, on Ft. Hamilton Parkway, were old men (they were probably forty) cursing in Italian and laughing and all LOUD. I loved it. I loved the neighborhood, the school, the street games, the schoolyard. Why would anyone remove a child from that environment to move to the suburbs to watch grass grow?