Barry and I were at our granddaughter’s swim meet Saturday afternoon.
Swim meet. You know, in the pool.
So you might imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find neither Barry nor Taylor anywhere on the pool deck, snack bar or locker room before one event… but I did find them in the upstairs recreation room of this particular Boys’ and Girls’ Club.
As in, “Rack ’em up, Honey!”
There they were, intent on a game of pocket billiards, Grandpa giving very specific directions on how to “rack ’em up,” hold a cue, cushion it on her thumb for a more accurate shot, which ball should go into which pocket… thoroughly enjoying both the teaching and the learning, the challenge and the camaraderie of the game.
I stood there for a few seconds listening to their cheerful laughter over that worn but obviously loved pool table… and to the ivory balls clicking together like little seconds on a happy, happy timepiece.
Taylor learning pool in her swim cap, goggles and suit. Grandpa teaching pool to his little swimmer. It was pure magic. I think my new nickname for Taylor may just be Snooker!