Main image
5th November
written by Caryn

Yesterday I spent the day with my fiance and his family … now let me just tell you these people are “game people”. They’re always up for any sort of game or activity — and the more competition the better. I didn’t really grow up in a game-heavy family, although we did have our moments of Scrabble fanaticism. I think this mostly has to do with family size than anything else. My family’s a bit on the smallish side and his… well it seems pretty big to me in contrast. In any case, it’s always a fun gathering but that’s not the point of this post. This is probably a shame because that would make a really good blog subject. Apparently that’s not really my forte … but I’m getting off-topic again.

As we were walking over to the local tennis courts yesterday, I was asked if I played tennis. This is a tough one … because while I have definitely played tennis before, I don’t think that qualifies me as someone who “plays tennis”. Not that I have anything against tennis, it’s a fine sport. I actually like tennis and given the opportunity it’s probably something I could get in the habit of playing. That is if I didn’t have a computer attached to me most of the time. The thing that really struck me, though, was that I answered back “Sure, but I haven’t played tennis in like ten years. (pause) Well, I guess it’s been more like twenty.” It was at that moment I had something of a “Who just said that?” moment. Because I know that I certainly couldn’t have. Say what? When did I become a person that spoke in terms of twenty years? Granted, it’s not like I’m sitting in a nursing home somewhere, but that was just a little too weird for me.

What were you doing twenty years ago? You know, back in the olden days…


  1. 06/11/2007

    Hmmm… November 1987 I was in high school. Probably the less said about that, the better.

    On the other hand, I was also wishing my grandmother Happy Birthday on her 63rd. (And I called her today to wish her Happy Birthday… and got her machine. I love to listen to her recorded voice say, “It’s Martha, what’s up?”

  2. 07/11/2007

    20 years ago I was a senior in high school.

    I may have been looking out the classroom window on a brisk fall afternoon, remembering warmer summer days and basking in the glow of my August victory in the 17 and under division of Topeka’s Lake Shawnee tennis tournament. I decimated the bracket, and there was a single line of text write up on the back page of local paper’s sport section. Mom was so proud.

    I had mad skills. Thanks to countless hours of practice and superior muscle memory, my serve is still wicked. That, and $4.50 will get you a double hazelnut latte, with an extra shot of espresso.