My husband Dave is playing on a slow pitch ball team during our months here in Arizona. Once a week he heads off for four or five hours to play a game and then unwind at a social gathering at one of the player’s homes. There are fourteen fellows on Dave’s team and he tells me thirteen wives show up for each game to cheer on their husbands and then join them for after-the-game refreshments. I’m the only missing wife.
Truth be told I’ve always enjoyed watching my husband play ball but he is such a social butterfly that my days here in Arizona fill up quickly with all kinds of activities he organizes for us. His ball-playing Tuesdays are my opportunity to have some uninterrupted time to tackle a myriad of writing projects I had hoped to pursue during our winter hiatus in the south.
I will get to one of Dave’s games yet before we leave Arizona but for now I will continue to be the missing wife.
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