Because I'm located close to the Golden State Warriors home arena, and my son Evan has been a fan (like so many others), through the bad times for years and years, and years and years, this is the time to be shouting out for joy, and shooting hoops at all local playgrounds.
As I was riding my bike the other day, I looked over at a grammar school playground and briefly watched the small kids playing basketball (briefly because I was still riding the bike).
Kids learn what they watch and learn what they see. I saw small kids bouncing basketballs, as though they were mini Steph's, mini Draymond's, mini Shaun's, and mini Klay's.
They were twisting and turning, shoving the ball between their legs, and tossing it towards the hoop (and getting pretty close to scoring 2 points).
They don't have any preconceived ideas that they can't do it. They only need to watch and imitate.They just want to be just like the Warriors.
Last Sunday, Ev sent me a photo of their son Cadel, who said to him that he was wearing his Warriors shirt that morning. Really. So I wrote back "uh, how did he say it? How did you know it?" And shortly there after, here was a video.
What a smart son, grandson, and a wonderful daughter-in-law!
Live richly! marilyn
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The second meeting of the Oakland Speaker Series was a very good one. James Comey was the speaker..and he was terrific. And tall! He says he's 5'10"! He was the main event. And he was most inspirational, to me.
Then as we walked back to my car...everything seemed normal. We had parked on the street in front of the restaurant where we share Chinese dishes before we head over to the Paramount Theatre. We felt the street would be a safe space.
Uh, no it was not. The vent window in the backseat on the passenger side was smashed in. We taped a plastic bag around the hole and drove home. I was almost crying.
As I dropped my friend off at her house, I was wondering how I could get it fixed. Oh, and by the way...I needed to get up early because I was taking another friend to a meeting in Santa Cruz the next day. And I was picking her up at 7:30am.
I prepped my bags that night The next morning I got up at 6am, put on 'casual bus…
Ugh...driving my car to Berkeley for a meeting at 10am. Do I allow 30 minutes? No, that's not enough time. An hour? The 'what if's' are rolling through my mind. I tried to carpool...and asked folks to join me. But they had somewhere else to be after the meeting.
Better leave early. Ugh. Which bridge do I use to get off this island? Cal Trans workers have blocked access while they're trying to improve access off and onto this island. How about using The Tube?
Wait a moment, Marilyn. Stop thinking so much. Be still.
I decided to go underwater, so The Tube won! I left about 9:15. The lady in my car told me the directions. (It's a game of trust, with the lady..do I believe her, or not?)
Wait! There's a parking space in front of the 6 story building! Yeah for me! Ugh. Meter is only good for 1 hour. Ok, I'll come back and feed the meter just before the hour is up. Went up the elevator and found out there's a valet service, that the hosts pay for! Went ba…