I am in sunny southern California. Shuggie Otis is playing in the background as I sit with my father, who is reading the paper at Starbucks.
I am here as a surprise gift for my mother, whose birthday is today. I am only here for a few more hours, my trip being a quick day and half stint. The trip was a complete shock to everyone and the only people who knew I was coming here was my sister Angie, and Uncles David and Chuck, who purchased the ticket for me.
I wrote about playing badminton with my brother recently and what is funny about this is that I played yesterday. It was great and intense, so intense that I broke three rackets. So far it is tied 1 game to 1. We were playing like we hadn't had a break in all those years...we were slamming the birdie with full force and sliding all over the court for each point as if it were the last. The final match is today and I can't wait.
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Reminiscing
I feel like reminiscing.
I am taking a trip no one knows about soon and it is making me think about where I used to be in life. It makes me think about my past relationships, past friends, and of badminton tournaments with my brother on sunny summer afternoons where we would just smack the hell out of that poor poor birdie (or shuttlecocks). We even had our special expensive rackets no one else could use. We got so good no one could beat us so we were force to split up for doubles tournaments. It just wasn't fun for anyone else. We used to give each other welts from slamming the birdie so hard and it hitting our bare chests. Oh brotherly bonding.
Ever since I left LA I haven't played and I realize as I write this that I am talking years now and I miss that. I am pretty sure Frankie hasn't played either. Maybe I can get Angie and Jason a net as a house warming gift, or maybe Cameron and Ruthie, who just bought their house last week.
I am thinking about these things because they are comforting and pleasant and because Frankie, Adrienne, Luciani, and Eloisa seem so far away. My little niece and nephew are growing up and I am missing it. There isn't much I can do about it either. It is hard when your family splits up to pursue their dreams.
I just hope I can see them all again soon and maybe, just maybe, slam that birdie for a point.
I am taking a trip no one knows about soon and it is making me think about where I used to be in life. It makes me think about my past relationships, past friends, and of badminton tournaments with my brother on sunny summer afternoons where we would just smack the hell out of that poor poor birdie (or shuttlecocks). We even had our special expensive rackets no one else could use. We got so good no one could beat us so we were force to split up for doubles tournaments. It just wasn't fun for anyone else. We used to give each other welts from slamming the birdie so hard and it hitting our bare chests. Oh brotherly bonding.
Ever since I left LA I haven't played and I realize as I write this that I am talking years now and I miss that. I am pretty sure Frankie hasn't played either. Maybe I can get Angie and Jason a net as a house warming gift, or maybe Cameron and Ruthie, who just bought their house last week.
I am thinking about these things because they are comforting and pleasant and because Frankie, Adrienne, Luciani, and Eloisa seem so far away. My little niece and nephew are growing up and I am missing it. There isn't much I can do about it either. It is hard when your family splits up to pursue their dreams.
I just hope I can see them all again soon and maybe, just maybe, slam that birdie for a point.
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