I came to the conclusion that I am just too smart! And if one believes that I have a good deal for you!!! Anyway we put a block of dry ice in the fridge Thursday afternoon to try and keep it cool so things would not spoil. What happen? This morning as I took out the heavy cream for my FP it was frozen! From too warm to too cold. So as I look at the situation I guess I am not too smart but then anyone who knows me at all knew that a long time ago!
I looked at my phone this morning and saw that Lowe's called last night to inform us that they will deliver the new fridge sometime between 2:30 and 6:30. I was hoping that it would come AM but I guess not.
We have a light drizzle this morning so I do not know if the tennis courts will be open. I am not scheduled to play so it makes no difference to me but I know many plan on Saturday play. I don't think Terry and I have any plans for the day. I may go to the library. So far I am having a difficult time getting into the WWII book so I may get other books to read.
I think I had a brilliant idea this morning. I am getting kind of old and am looking for ways to cut down on work around the house. I remembered growing up we had a great thing on the outhouse. On the side there was a sign that could be put up or down and on the sign it just said BUSY. So that is what I am going to do with the upstairs bathroom in St. Paul. We redid the bath upstairs and I have been too lazy to put a door on. With this great idea I will not have to do that, I will just paint a BUSY sign on a piece of scrap wood and attach it to the wall. That will save me a lot of work! Way to go Carmen.
I slept as late as I could but finally I heard the downstairs door open and Mom's voice filtered up the stairs, "Time to get up Carmen and get ready for church". Really, I was not ready to get out of bed. It was unusually chilly for the 15th of March, in fact I had the electric blanket on. So I turned over knowing if I skipped breakfast I could stay in bed for another thirty minutes. As soon as my body rolled over to the "out" side of the bed my mind wandered to the last few weeks.
In the final class B poll of basketball teams Sargent Central had been ranked #3. We had been #1 or #2 most of the season but with a late season loss to Britton we fell to #3. Fort Yates was solid as the #1 in the polls. Of course I did not know anything about Fort Yates but the word was many of their players were not 18 but 19 or even 20. Of course they were all Indians and they were very good. Our district tournament had been held in Wahpeton and the first 2 games had been cake walks. In game #3, the championship, it was kind of a contest but in the end we won by 12. I had been the #6 guy on the team all season but our coach did not believe in having anyone except the starters play much so I had been disappointed with my playing time. Game one was a bummer. I started as Jack was sick and in a full blown blow out the starters only played the first quarter and a half! My one day of glory was short lived!. From the district it was on to the region which was held in Valley City. We went into the tournament the favorite and came out on top. The championship game against Lidgerwood was a cliff hanger but we came out with a 54-51 win. Again my playing time was very limited. So during the week of March 8-14 it was State Tournament time and it was exciting. The entire school was in a buzz about NO SCHOOL on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday as many would be traveling to Minot. Tuesday afternoon there was a big pep rally with superintendent Thunem speaking, principal Klubben (we called him wild Bill) speaking and the coaches. Then an introduction of all the players and one by one we came out of the locker room when our name was announced. I know there was one gal who cheered really loudly when I was introduced but I will not get into that. Deep inside I was excited to be going but I knew my playing time would be little or none. HOWEVER we would be staying in a hotel and for me that was almost a first. We had stayed in a hotel in Valley City for the region tournament but that hotel looked and felt like it would have been a stretch for the homeless! (I do not remember ever staying in a hotel with Mom and Dad). We traveled to Minot in a caravan of 3 school buses and several cars. I have no idea how they paired up teams but in the first round but we were to play the #1 team Fort Yates in our first game. People were saying that the winner would be the favorite to win it all. Of course I had no expectations that I would get into the game unless someone got into foul trouble. The game was not a cakewalk for Fort Yates but they were clearly the better team and the score board reflected that in the end. As for me, I got into the game with about 3 minutes left when the outcome was not in doubt. In the first 30 seconds we had a jump ball. Bob Z and I made eye contact and I knew what was coming. He tipped the ball towards our basket and I caught it in full stride. With 3 dribbles and a leap the ball curled around the rim and fell through for 2 points. Even though the game was lost I had scored in the state tournament and it was a thrill. I was able to put up another 2 pointer from the right side before time expired and we were looking at the short side of a 65-52 score. A really funny things happened 5 years later. As I studied and taught at the North Dakota School for the Deaf the main secretary Ms. Bye told me she remembered me from the 1964 state tournament as she and her husband always went. Fort Yates went on to become state champions and we were able to capture the consolation trophy. It was a fun time but all that was now in the past as I opened my eyes when Mom called a second time in kind of a stern voice that the pancakes were cold but there was no time to eat before we had to leave for church. I dressed and hurried downstairs just in time as Mom and Dad were already in the car. I sat in my usual place, behind Dad and Helen sat behind Mom.
Church was OK but it had not been the same since Bergen closed and we went to Veblen each Sunday. Not only was it EVERY Sunday now but there were just too many people each Sunday. I know for Mom it was good but for me--not so much. I am sure that in my mind images of basketballs clouded out any words in the sermon that Sunday.
No, the FP was empty a long time ago and it is now on to Saturday things.
Church was OK but it had not been the same since Bergen closed and we went to Veblen each Sunday. Not only was it EVERY Sunday now but there were just too many people each Sunday. I know for Mom it was good but for me--not so much. I am sure that in my mind images of basketballs clouded out any words in the sermon that Sunday.
No, the FP was empty a long time ago and it is now on to Saturday things.
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