Not a One-Handed Turn

(School buses (one of my favorite things) at a recent basketball tournament.)

Life moves forward, even during the holidays.

It is that juggling at times that gets all of the balls out of order,

but it is that juggling that makes it great fun as well.

Basketball season has started for my nephew, and we are avid fans.

Traveling to a recent tournament in Driscoll (Texas), with my father riding shotgun, and my

recuperating husband in the back seat,

my father gifted me with a statement so

him,

so profound,

I wanted to share it with you.

He has coined many phrases that my brother and I

hold onto as touchstones for living our lives.

“Keep a tight rein.”

“Did you learn anything?”

and the simple admonition

“You don’t have any business… (fill in the blank).”

 

As I drove, he first began with reminiscing , as he looked out the window,

about farming here or there,

buying land here,

selling it to move there,

he and mother living over that hill,

driving a maintainer and building highways here and there,

delivering fresh milk from their cows that he and his brother Rich had

milked early each morning,

and

riding horseback onto the Laureles division of the King Ranch

to visit his father, who was working there.

After a few miles of comfortable silence,

apparently my driving caught his attention,

as I was about to reach Riviera,

on the Falfurrias highway.

And he said:

“Sister.”

Me: “Yes sir?”

“That’s not a one- handed turn.”