I’m Feeling a Bit Under the Tether
I was sitting at my desk today when a sudden thought escaped my brain without any warning what so ever. I’m not sure what brought it. I normally never think about it. In fact, it is probably most often the furthest thing from my thoughts. But today for whatever reason it escaped the cobwebs of my mind and made its escape in the forefront of my tiny, ever so populated brain. It was………..the memory of……………………………………THIS
Yep. Tetherball. Can you believe that? Who has random thoughts of playing tetherball? It wasn’t like I just watched Napoleon Dinamite or something. It wasn’t like “oh man, I have so got to go play me some tetherball right now.” It was just a random memory of playing tetherball with my brother while we were growing up. And it came completely out of no where.
As I recall I was not all that great at the “sport” of tetherball. Probably because I was only six and my brother was ten. I don’t think I know any six year old that are that great at tetherball. I don’t know any six years that play tetherball. I don’t think I even know any six year olds at all. But any how, I digress. What I’m trying to say is that I was in fact a wimp at the age of six, at least in the area of sports.
So any how, on weekends and summer break my brother and I (and my sister before she started driving) use to ride our bikes into town from our house. Our house was about seven miles from the small farming community in which we lived. It took about hour. When we got to town we would usually head the my mom’s place of employment, get a soda and snack, and then head to the school yard to play. Most often we would end up at the tetherball/basketball court.
As I mentioned earlier, I was a wimp and sucked at the game which usually ended with me stomping off, pissed that my brother who almost always would hit the damn thing so hard that it would whirl around the post at rocket speeds with no hope what so ever in me hitting. I would just stand there…lips pursed…brow furrowed while he would just laugh and laugh. Occasionally, he would throw me a bone though and let me win a few.
I haven’t seen a tetherball in so long. I wonder do they even still make them?
Feeling Good On Friday and Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting)
Ok. So this week I picked Sir Elton John’s famous hit Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting) as my song choice for this Feel Good Friday. (How uncanny that I picked a song about Saturday for my Friday post.) Any hoo…While looking for videos of this song I made and interesting discovery. While most men tend to lose their hair as they get older, apparently Sir Elton has gained a few of his sylish locks over the years.
Here is Elton in the 70s.
And here is Elton in the 90s
Remarkable isn’t it?
Hubby things it’s because he got money, but I think it’s cause he’s from the planet Ork.
As in Mork
and his son
These pictures only proove my point.
Who wears googles with wipers…and hazard lights?!
This ensemble reminds me of something one might see on Captain Kangaroo or other children shows.
And in this one he apparently likes to double as a US Marshall and an Irish pimp.
Ummm…????????? Disney special?
Apparently he did ads for cereal commercials. This is obviously for Fruit Loops.
I don’t want to say about this one except he looks like a cross between Liberace and the serial killer in Manhunter.
Regardless of his attire the man can write a song, and he is one of my favorite artists.
I realise I have gone all around the world to get the point of my post this week, which is Feel Good Friday, and my song for the week which is Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting). Happy Friday everyone. Hope you have a safe and happy weekend.
