Distractions:

Distractions:

My journaling friends love to dmt. This is one of my least favorite games to do because first of all I don’t have the tools that others use to draw with which means my drawings are immature and shaky and secondly, you have a HUGE clock that flashes the countdown right in front of you. This clock is such a distraction. I do not do well while being timed. But I will draw because it makes my friends happy.

I enjoy playing pool. Most of my friends do too. Occasionally they invite me to dmt with them. I am timid and selective with my artistry and sometimes I choose to wander elsewhere. Well, the other night I decided to seek elsewhere on my own and wandered into the pool room. I was brought to the challenge by some king. This king thought he was some pool sharkey…he beat me the first game. My reply, “I’m just getting warmed up”. He beats me the second game. This time getting more determined, my reply was “ok…I’m warmed up now”. King starts to chat. He asks asl.  Hmmm…what is asl? Maybe he had a typo error. I do not ask. I do not answer. Pretend I didn’t see the message. Then he puts it in plain English…Age, Sex and Location. Ohhhh….Should have figured that one out. I answer…60fusa. His comeback was “cool”.  By now he starts toying around. He won the first 2 games…easy prey. He is totally relaxed. After all, he is playing against a 60 year old female from the usa. He has solids. He stretches, he yawns, he shoots he misses. I chalk my stick and stick tip. I start pocketing stripes one by one… and king is trying to distract me with his chatting. Whoa. What’s happening? Don’t shoot at that one. His eyes are widely opened by now and trying to distract Reese…chat chat chat…reese this…reese that…but I pay no attention. He went from one occasional word to full sentences. I have him worried now. C’mon black ball. I must take a deep breath and shoot very slowly. But not too slowly. Just the right touch. In in in I am shouting to myself. It’s like it is moving in slow motion and finally it drops down. Right into the left corner pocket. Victory for Reese… A couple more games are played. I’m on a role now…we are tied with 3 games each. We decide this is our last game…the tie-breaker. I need to concentrate each and every move I make if I want to win this. And I am in it to win it! We both are doing quite well…anybody’s game. E x c i t i n g!!!

All of a sudden, in walks Rosie and JC. Dirty muddy shoes cause it had been raining all day. They are drenched. Water dripping from their raincoats all over the floor, every step they take squish, squish, squish = distraction #1.

“Hi hi Reeeeese” Rosie shouts as I am ready to make my next move. “Hey Rosie, how’s it going”? Rosie sits on a wooden stool…trying, yes she is trying to be quiet = distraction #2.

Then there is JC…”Hi Reese” Hey JC, how’s it going? JC looks around but there are no more empty stools. = distraction #3.

Rosie and JC start in… 1 stool 2 peeps. Rosie move over, Ok JC. Got enough room now JC? Mhmm! JC says, “do you have enough room Rosie”? Not really…JC moves his tiny tushy over a tad more…half cheek on half cheek off. Same for Rosie. Even Steven. Now ya got enough room Rosie? Rosie replies with her primpy little mhmm. Oh JC, I’m sitting on something wet. Why is this chair all wet? Wipe off my half of the chair for me JC. Please JC--- Rosie pleads. JC replies “wipe it off yourself Rosie”. No you do it for me….on and on and on they went with their distractions. Concentration totally gone…Way too many LOL(ing)… Kings victory. Ahhh who needs a trophy anyways.

Trophy’s sit on shelves and collect dust. My friends don’t get dusty. Maybe just a web here and there.