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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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My baby she wrote me a letter.

When I pick up my older kids from school I insist that they tell me at least one good story from their day. Sometimes they say, “Mom, nothing happened. I don’t have anything to tell you.”

Eventually one of them will start talking and of course that triggers the other one to tell an equally great story and then their talking at the same time and that makes me crazy! But, I love to hear their stories of handing in papers and lunch room disasters and, let’s face it, eventually they will get married and have to answer the age old question, “Honey, how was your day?” See? I’m training them right. Right?

This is the conversation that happened in the car yesterday. I was taking Ellen and her friend to basketball practice.

Me- Ellen, how was your day?

Ellen- Good. I got a letter from my coach.

Me- Oh. What did it say?

Ellen- It’s just a letter.

Me- Okay, but what does it say?

Ellen- It’s just a gold letter.

Me- I don’t understand. Why did she give you a gold letter? And what does it say?!

That’s when Ellen’s friend decided it was time for her to speak up and interpret the conversation, lest she throw herself out of the van into oncoming traffic because anything would be less painful than listening to a conversation that’s stuck in a loop.

E’s Friend- What Ellen means is, she LETTERED. She got a varsity letter.

Me- OOOOOOOh! You lettered! Wait a minute. How did you letter?

Ellen- I dunno.

Me- What did you do to get the letter?

Ellen- I dunno.

Me- I didn’t know you could letter.

Ellen- Me neither.

Me- So do you know why you got it?

Ellen- No.

Me- What do we do with it?

Ellen- I dunno.

Me- You don’t know how you got it?

Ellen- Nope.

And that’s when E’s friend threw herself out of the car.

No, no, no just kiddin‘. But, I’m pretty sure she thought I was an old coot that didn’t know nuthin‘ about nuthin‘ and my daughter was the least enthusiastic letterman ever to be lettered in the history of lettering.

Yet again the whole sports thing has taken over my life. Now I guess I need to shop for a letter jacket to put this gold letter on and I guess that’s okay. My tiny baby girl lettered in volleyball! We have no idea how or why or when, but she’s got a big gold letter with a shiny volleyball and a bar to prove it. If you ask Ellen if she wants a letter jacket her response will be, “I dunno”.

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