after giving many, many massages yesterday, last night i attended my niece’s final volleyball game of the season. she’s in 7th grade, but she gets to play on the 8th grade team, i guess because she’s so good.
one problem with volleyball is the noise level. there’s a whole lot of whistle blowing, plus a loud horn sounds every once in a while. not to mention the large amount of cheering and whooping the girls themselves do in order to get even more excited about running around trying to hit the ball over the net.
they played best two out of three, and unfortunately they won the first game but lost the second, so we were there till about one in the morning. one of the girls, an 8th grader, is 6’ 1″. i can’t imagine what that must be like. i mean, besides always being able to see over a crowd, which must be nice. but i bet there are all kinds of issues with being a 13 year-old girl who’s 6’1″. i had plenty of issues as a 13 year-old, and it seems that if you’re 13, there are bound to be things.
the funny thing is, just watching these girls, it was easy to imagine what they’d be like as adults. one girl, who looked kind of snotty, repeatedly would just be standing there as the ball landed on the court right next to her. she would invariably, each time, start yelling at some other girl who also didn’t get the ball. clearly, she has issues, and i wouldn’t want to see her at age 30.
today is more peaceful. nothing too taxing, except relieving people’s stress here at the hospital. i did quite a bit of stress-relieving, which made me feel good.
the greyness continues outside, so i’ll spend the rest of my day avoiding that altogether.
ok then,
interior grace