Friday, January 19, 2007
Heavenly Memories : [click the title : Duran Duran "Sunrise", good music to drive a Jag and yes, the Art is indeed a Aberto Vargas Girl Pinup 1942]
It is finally Friday evening. There is snowstorms here by the Great Lakes, beautiful , cold and windy. A good weekend to curl up by the fire with some books and the Blogs.It has been a long week. ( I will let you know what I think of Obama's Books).I stomped around for days in the freezing rain, and I found a new beautiful place to live, thank you for all who rooted for me and my son. Now you all just have to put up with me as I pack,groan, and pack. I have thought alot about us Bloggers and the gang at the Enigma Cafe and the Hurdles we face and the Hope that Binds us.
Some Thoughts for the Night...
ABOUT HURDLES IN LIFE.....
A long time ago I was in highschool. I went to an All Boys Highschool, and there were very few girls those first few years in the 1970's, and most of them were "girlie". I was a Tomboy, and I decided to go to the highschool because it had Things I Wanted, like really good science classes, and physics and Trig.It let me explore things that as a girl had never been made available to me.
One rainey day at Lunchtime I was hanging with some friends by the Track, and Hurdles were all set up. Low and High Hurdles, and one of my friends, Billy B, taking a drag off a cigarette joked- "Betch Can't Do Them". Hmm, Big Mistake to say That to Enigma, especially the "Can't " part.
So I looked at them, and I looked at him, and I said "What do I get if I Can do them ? "
He looked at me and laughed. "I will send Brett over and take you to dinner and he will pick you up in an Antigue Jaguar , wearing a Tux."
[ Background: The person mentioned had already graduated and did indeed have access to a beautiful old 1964 sleek Jag- and did not know I was even living and breathing. I was a mere nerdy junior and 15, definently not on his radar or his hemisphere.]
I mulled it for a few seconds, as I watched Billy B smoking the growth stunting Lucky Strike.
" Do I get to Drive the Jag ?
Billy looked back at me in total shock , "What ???!!!"
I said "Do I get to Drive It, even for a few seconds ?"
Billy shook his head, and laughed again, " Shit if you can run High Hurdles I will even pay for the gas.
I looked back at him " Okay, Done. Meet me here at 5pm, I can't do this wearing clogs, and don't blow anymore Lucky 's in my face. And bring the gas money".
Okay, now for The Confession.
I had never ever run Hurdles, low or high. Now I was a little of a tennis player- and I used to like to jump the net all the time, so I figured that I could atleast jump, how high I had never really contemplated.
My Great Aunts had taught me how to play poker, so obviously I had learned The Bluff part well.
I sat up in the Locker room and put on my Hockey cleats and decided that they should work okay on the muddy wet track. I also decided that I better figure this out quickly. So I went down to the Library. I needed some Inspiration .I had read Babe Didrickson's Autobiography the summer before. If you don't know about her, you should look her up in Wikipedia- she is amazing. ( Babe Didrickson Zaharias). Anyways the thing about her was that she greatest woman athlete of all times ( in 1975 anyways). And she played Golf and Basketball and also Hurdles.She also was a Very Classy Lady. So I went and read and thought about her, and how she just Put her Mind to Things, she never thought" I can't do it", she just tried to figure out How to Do It. Whether it be High Jump ( head first ) or Hurdles or Golf.
So 5pm I went back to the track, and in true "let's make her feel bad" fashion, Billy B. brought a gang of friends, so there was a nice little crowd, and they had set up a betting pool.
So Billy said "So how many times have you run them before, you know, the LOW ones ?"( nice and loud with a snicker, so everyone could hear)
I said quietly, " None, ever."
I watched the money now being passed between hands with great enthusiasm.
He laughed, " None ? Not the High or the Low ?"
I looked at him" Yup. None. But you said "Betcha Can't". So I have to prove you Wrong,cause the only reason you said "Can't " is cause I am a girl."
So I looked back at him, " So here's the deal, I hope you brought the gas money, and about the bets, I want 20% of that betting pot, is that clear ?"
He looked nervous. "Sure".
I ran the Hurdles that day. High and Low. I don't reccomend the Hockey Cleats, but they worked for that day. I only knocked over One. I ended up running Hurdles on the Boys Team that year, Thank You Title IX. And oh, yeah the Betting pool bought my dress, and yeah driving a Jag even for 10 minutes is Heaven.
Moral: Never Ever Doubt Yourself Especially When Others are. Your Destiny is in Your Hands. Always.