Busy and intense few days

Me, my first grade girlfriend Val and my sister Barb.

Phew....busy and interesting last few days.

My thoughts are quite scattered. So much to think about and do at present.

I have taken to the sport of Lawn Bowling and am determined to be VERY good at it. It is said...."Lawn Bowling is a sport for young people, that old people play !" Yesterday I watched four teenagers being coached....wow....are they good !!!!! It is a great game of skill and tactics. I have a set of bowls, a pull along bag that has compartments for the bowls (not balls for some reason), a beautiful pair of new shoes that are quite the latest....bought them on ebay. Three hats....( a woman has to look her best) a wet weather jacket for later in the year, white shorts and two tee shirts , a water bottle and polishing rag. The bowls need polishing each time one plays....perhaps that's where bowls, not balls comes into it......?????? ....where was I.....yes....I have now played three competitive games and practised at least ten times for an hour each time.

There are three bowls clubs on the island and the one we have joined was chosen for the friendliness of the members....also it doesn't disguise itself as a bowling club unlike one particular one that is a mini casino....which ....by the way...is a BOWLING CLUB !

An interesting fact. George Washington had a bowling green on the lawn at Mt Vernon

Another interesting fact...an English captain was having a game of bowls aboard ship when he was told the Spanish Armada was in sight....to which he replied...."we have time to finish the game" which he did... that ship and others then defeated the Spanish!

What is going on with my boys ! Phil called yesterday to tell me that it looked like he and Sherrene were parting company after having lived together for 7 years. He needs to step up to the plate and propose to her, get married and start a family. Sherrene has a georgeous 12 year old son Josh whom I have always teased about his absolutely stunning blue eyes. When he was little I used to say to him....Josh...where are your real eyes...I would look in his pockets etc...he would say...Nan...these ARE my real eyes...I would reply...no way...where are they really, they are too gorgeous...they must be fake. I usually greet him on the phone with ...is that my beautiful blue eyed boy? Now that he is 12 years old think I have to quit it .

Glen called today....his current girlfriend Jen who has moved the romance along way too quickly has now backed off and Glen is hoping that is all that is happening. Mom's have to listen, listen, listen.....and HEAR what is said...then hope all will go well. Life is so interesting when you get older. You learn when to talk and when to shut up, when to nod, when to soothe etc etc etc. I sometimes look back and can see that I wasn't nearly as good at it as I am now. That's life tho.

I have learned how to pretty much 'go with the flow' and don't try so hard to 'make everything O.K. for everyone'.....slow learner there.