Saturday, August 16, 2008


If it weren't for the blogs of a few friends who are hyped over the Olympics, I don't think I'd even know they were going on. Sixteen years ago, though, we cared. The kids were younger. My aunt Mary gave us a package of activities for the kids to compete with: baseball and lightweight horseshoes and plastic golf clubs. It was fun.

Long after most of the presents had gone to Plastic-Toy Heaven, those horseshoes still hung in the garage. Every time I got out the ladder, or when a younger child had to try out the horseshoe-tossing, I would see those blue and red horseshoes, and fondly thank God for Mom's sister.

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