Recreation, Capital R

On Wednesday afternoons, the sisters have recreation – as in sports. I recently joined my first volley ball game in four decades.  A younger sister, serving low line-drives two inches above the net, looked in my direction and unleashed another one. I dug deep, summoned my inner athlete, and leaped to meet the ball. Unfortunately, the ball met me, ricocheted off my stomach and out of bounds.  Pride shattered.   I said all the right things – “I’m fine, didn’t hurt a bit, great serve, go team”.  But truthfully? Next week I’m hoping for rain.