Monkling's Blog

It’s been a few years since a parade of boys has marched through my house to the dining room closet in search of basketballs & other assorted sports equipment. Back in the old days, every one of Stephen’s friends knew where to find the big bin with about a dozen baseballs, tennis balls, gloves and just about anything else they’d need. Since we live across the street from a playground complete with basketball courts, handball courts & a softball field, there were even times I’d have boys appear on my doorstep when Steve wasn’t even here, asking if they could borrow a ball.

Today I decided that bin can go down in the basement. After all, my basement doesn’t have nearly enough stuff down there already. You can still see part of the floor.

I started looking through the bin first, to see if there was anything I could throw out. Some decisions were easy. “Hmmm…. this softball that’s missing it’s cover? Yeah, I think it has seen better days.” Others weren’t so easy. “I can’t get rid of this glove Steve had when he was 8! Oh, how cute & little it is!” Then there are the bats from the Little League days. There’s no one in the house who will use it but what if my nephew wants to use it while he’s here?

Yep, you can see where this went. Not much got thrown out. What do you expect from someone who still has a paddle ball racket that dates back to high school? Ask me when was the last time I used that. Uh, yeah, prior to 1975, when I graduated from high school. But hey, ya never know. Someday someone might be looking for a paddle ball racket.