Whirling Wind

           At 1:54 left in the regional quarter final game last night, with the opponent up by 2, it was hard for me to see because-

I was outside the gym pacing and periodically looking through the glass in the gym door. 

        The wind was whirling, as the temperature dropped for another cold front, and I was saying,

“I know Mother. He’s at the free throw line right now.”

For you see from the minute my mother passed away in 1996, she has come to me in the wind. It comes out of nowhere and wraps around my neck , whirling gently, sending me whatever message I need.

She was really whirling last night.    

        Trey made the first one, I paced and waited to hear the crowd, and when they roared , I knew he had made the second one to tie the game.

        They scored again and the victory was theirs.

        I thought of all of the practicing he has done in a dirt floored barn that my father built, on my father’s farm El Perdido.  My brother and Trey live on the farm.

        Last night, while driving home, my father tried to act gruff by saying-

“My poor old combine. It got moved out of the barn so he could shoot baskets.”

And then he smiled.

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Post Script:

The newspaper stated that San Isidro, Texas has a population of  260 people. I think there were about 400 at the game last night.

My previous post was loaded with typographical errors. I must have had crazy eyes, I was so nervous before the game.

Photo above: L-R

Jim Mills, Jim Mills III (Trey), Jim Mills, Jr.

Next game:  Friday, 4:00 pm, in Austin, against Burton.

The girls and I had breakfast at a church in Burton, one Saturday morning driving into Round Top. We have happened upon great garage sales in Burton too.

I’d like to think we have kinfolk there.