I’m sure many of you play that way, but when we play tennis on Wii, we play as if we are on the court, not that I know what that is really like. Growing up in Florida heat and humidity, being anywhere but a pool was the last place I wanted to be. I could sweat just sitting in a chair, I didn’t need to jump around to look as if I had accomplished something.

So, Leon and I lunge and swing that remote with force against that invisible ball. I have managed to hit Leon’s arm on a return more than once; smacked the table with the remote, more than once, when I lunged too close to it. I mean, on that TV screen there is nothing but green grass and plenty of room; I get lost in the game.

At our last condo we had two story high ceilings, but we moved into a one story home. The living room used to be a carport or garage, so there is a dropped ceiling about a foot wide where the house/garage wall used to be. Just so happens that in front of the front door is the best place to jump around, I mean, play tennis. The dropped ceiling piece is just a foot or so away, between us and the TV. We hooked the Wii back up today.

So… Leon decided to power drive a serve his arm swinging over his head. Guess he learned something watching the greats play at Wimbledon. Such power in that grand slam – and instant blood and swollen fingers as he served the overhead drop instead of the invisible ball.

Now, most wives would calmly get a towel and ice and show great sympathy. I did, but you know that nervous laughter mixed with tears? Yep, that was me. I rushed to get a cloth – and grabbed some ice, but…. the entire time, I was laughing at how it happened and crying that he hurt himself. He knows me well after all these years, and just said, “I would not laugh if you hurt yourself,” or something like that, trying to act like he was actually upset that I laughed, but I know he understood the real emotions behind my laughter/tears – after 36 years.

He switched to Wii Baseball once the bandaids were in place and his forced time out for ice was over, but kept his arms just below shoulder level in an even swing – and did not wind up his pitches. He didn’t try to use his laughing bride for a baseball either, thank goodness.

I “studied” applications for my iPhone. That sounds like work, too, doesn’t it? But it is not when you are having fun doing it. Good! As a result of this ‘study’ and the resulting downloads:

• I can now tap only a few buttons and speak an address or a business name rather than type it all in. I wouldn’t recommend either driving, you then have to look to see what it thought you said and choose.  Had I followed the directions to Starbucks without looking at the city it thought I said, It would have been a long five hour drive rather than just five minutes. Although, who knows what I might have discovered on the way.  It is the journey that counts, right? GOOD!  And gas is cheaper right? So it would have been cheaper than had I tried it last week, right? Good.
• I can now test my brain, also for free (don’t count the cost of the phone, data plan, and plan minutes, of course!). I found out how slow I am at deciding if the blank in “9 blank 8=1″ is a +, -. *, /… among other things, but then, I can always practice (again, sounds like work, except when I want to do it) I will improve! GOOD!
• I can now make my photos look different, again for free, not counting those aforementioned costs. I can make any person look horrid by one button! Good! (Shame on me for saying that, but it is Good that I can get my frustrations out by simply touching a button or two and then deleting it once my kind nature catches up, right? A lot better than mouthing off, I think. Good!

Just Good Old-fashioned Fun

Shelly thinks we could all play at finding good… Why not read her good and follow the links to the others that managed to focus at least part of their Friday on GOOD. It got me out of my mood that matched the gray skies down here. It will work for you!  

(The tiny red dots beneath phrases indicate links….)