Balls

Have you ever noticed that once something is introduced into your consciousness it is suddenly everywhere? You can’t avoid it if you tried. We’ve talked about this phenomenon here before.

It turns out that its balls for me right now.  I see big ones, little ones, orange ones, blue ones.

It all started last weekend when I found a ball on our beach.  A small basketball. It was blue.  (Yes…a basketball…what were you thinking?)

Then Monday was a full moon.  Now I know the moon isn’t really a ball but it sure looked like a giant shiny bowling ball to me that evening.  Four of us boarded our boat at about 10pm with a bottle of wine and motored a short distance off shore and then turned off the engine and let the boat just float.  The air was warm and still and the wine giant moon ball made the night magical.

Next I almost tripped over a tennis ball while I was running the next day.  That could have been really ugly.  I was very grateful my eyes were open to random balls at that point.

Good friends of ours brought us back a treat from their recent trip to Hawaii.  We were out when they dropped by so they left the gift at the front door.  Our front door gets full sun in the afternoon.  I mention this because the gift was chocolate.  In particular, the gift was “Donkey Balls”.  Did you know Donkey Balls are delicious? I hadn’t before then either.  Donkey Balls from Hawaii are macadamia nuts covered in chocolate…ours were then covered in an orange creamy candy.  Orange balls! Yum! Luckily they hadn’t been in the sun for too long and had only just started to sweat. We thanked our friends for their gift and told them how the balls had just started to sweat in the sun a little…well you can probably imagine how the back and forth banter went from there.

My husband’s neck was sore last night so he came up with an ingenious solution.  He would sleep with one of the crescent shaped neck cushions we usually take on flights.  The trouble is that he chose the one that I recently bought at the dollar store. The one for a dollar.  Ya gets whats ya pays for folks.  Sometime during the night an inch long hole along the seam opened up.  Millions and millions of eensy  weensy tiny white balls poured out.  He woke up to these white balls made of who knows what, manufactured by who knows and from who knows where, stuck all around his neck.  They were statically clinging to his hair, his chest, in his belly button and all the way down to his…you guessed it…the title of this post.

I woke alone to a bed full of tiny white balls.  When I sat up I saw a trail of tiny white balls leading to the bathroom.  Enough Universe.  Enough with the balls.  I see them, I appreciate them, but I really don’t need any more.  Thank you.