“Are you on your [family trip]?” Maga asked.
“Yup. All 14 of us are in one house!”
“Wow. How did we get such a big family?”
“You and Jobo started it off right.”
“I suppose we did. I am jealous of you all there together but I guess my traveling days are done.”
“You sure made good use of them when you were able to travel.”
“What’s the weather like there?”
“Scorching hot and one million percent humidity.”
“The beach is good then?”
“Perfect,” I said. “What have you been up to lately?”
“I’m watching Wimbeldon. There’s a TV in a main room so we went down there to watch a match.”
“I love Wimbledon! Did you see the marathon match that Nadal lost?”
“It was on more than yesterday?”
“Oh, yes. It’s at least a week. There are many rounds.”
“Have you been watching?”
“Normally yes but this year I’ve just been reading articles. Did you and Jobo ever make it there during your travel years?”
“You know, we didn’t. It’s one of the few places we didn’t get to go and I would have loved it. It’s so interesting watching all those professional players and seeing what they’re capable of. Or not.”
My mind immediately traveled to the daily beach/pool games + nightly board/card games and thought that amateurs playing games is pretty fun to experience too.
Abigail Mumford 