This morning Grandma Woody (me) was able to watch Calvin (age 6, first grade) play his last game of the season. I sat next to his other grandma, Grandma Range. She explained how this particular brand of basketball works. They don't keep score, or call traveling for instance. The defense consists of the opposing team having at least one foot "in the paint". Calvin is in the first and second grade team level. There were little bitty guys and some more 'rangy' ones, if you will. Daddy (Jason) was the coach. I thought he was a great coach. Everyone gets to play at this level. Calvin seems to have a lot of fun, I'll say that for him.

Calvin has unique warm-up exercises.

Stand tall, Talk small- Play big!

Good words to live by!

Coach Range supervising the free-throw technique.

Team photo with Coach Range. There were a couple of kids absent.

How's about a Tic-Tac, Isaac?

I am trying to jump-start myself writing this morning. Not on here, oh, no! Writing a blog is recreation, entertainment, amusement. No, I am talking about trying to get myself motivated to write my weekly column that is really more of an exercise in copying. I write a 1,200 word archive column for our local paper, which in turn can be tedious or fun. I pull births, obits, major news bits and anything that I find entertaining out of issues as far back as 130 years ago.

Of course, my warm-up act was to look up quotes from famous people about their own writing blocks. I will allow myself one gratuitous quote, then I will start clicking away on the keyboard, doing what I am supposed to be doing. A quote from one of my most favourite (I'll use the English spelling since she is) authors.

"Write even when you don't want to, don't much like what you are writing, and aren't writing particularly well."

Agatha Christie