Got No Game

My two daughters may have a very good relationship but they are two totally different individuals. My 18-year-old daughter Lauren has the diction of a Victorian matron, never swears and quite often subjects me to praise music when she’s playing her music in the car. My 16-year-old daughter Jordan apparently has delusions of being a rapper using words that I’ve never heard in the context that she uses them and playing music that has obscene words and expressions in it, that I can only pray she does not understand.

Thursday was my anniversary with my wife Pam. It was a mile stone one and I remembered it because my assistant put it in my calendar. In fact, she put it in a day early for warning and I mistakenly wished a happy anniversary to my wife on the wrong day. My kind and helpful assistant also purchased an anniversary card for me which I dutifully gave to Pam. I did not have the opportunity to drive by the cemetery so unfortunately I had no flowers to offer.

This morning, in Harrison Hot Springs, my daughter, Jordan made comments about my failure to be a romantic husband with regard to the anniversary. She expressed that I have “no game”, whatever that means, and that it was a surprise that Pam even married me. She gave further examples of me having no game, and I wasn’t able to come up with any countering arguments. The whole discussion did not leave me feeling good about myself, but then few discussions do. Clearly, I have no game.

This afternoon, after doing some work around the house, I was walking down to the Harrison Hot Springs beach and across a crosswalk that I have determined will be the ultimate place of my demise, and which I think of as “the crossing of death”.
Perhaps it is the excitement of heading up the lake for camping and recreation on Rockwell Drive which connects to this piece of highway, but drivers speed and feel that the crosswalk requires them to stop only if you are directly in their path and there is some uncertainty even of that.
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Today, when I was crossing a car approached, and I recognized the car as one of our family’s vehicles which was being driven by my wife, Pam, who had been in Chilliwack getting groceries. She stopped. She STOPPED. There can be no stronger sign of love than that. Clearly, I have game .