Sunday April 24, 2005
4:30 - 6:00 pm
Oddly enough, I have never actually seen anyone play tennis in the tennis courts in the park. Usually the tennis court is filled with skateboarders, but today ball hockey was the non-tennis sport of choice.
As I was postering a pole next to the court, I realized that one of the ball hockey players was yelling out “Freak! Freak! Freak!”
I looked up.
The game had stopped and all the ball hockey players were staring at me.
I looked at them.
The boys looked at me.
And I looked at them.
And then they resumed their game.
“You’d better go and tear that down right now,” one of the boys said to his friends.
A woman with a rather soothing British accent had an interesting take on the project. She said that she has always thought of doing this kind of thing. At first, I thought she meant that she wanted to carry out a similar art project. It wasn’t much of a stretch; she was an artist as well. She happened to be carrying promotional materials for her paintings and she showed me some of her landscapes. But what she meant was that she always meant to keep a written record of her life.
“This is your Grandmother and this is what she’s left behind for you. It’s her legacy! Do you keep a journal?”
I don’t. She told me that I should and that I should take the time to think about what I will leave behind.