Talent

You have all heard me moan about not having a talent. Everyone around me has so many, and I just want one damn it.

Kathy over at The Second Half of My Life made poker chip sacks to store her husband's poker chips.  She had a really clever idea. I am envious of people with talent of any kind. Being short sewing would sure come in handy and save me money at the tailor.

I can't sew. God knows I have tried. I enjoy knitting, but I'm not great.

Everything I have tried, just makes me realize I'm not really good at anything.

My high school boyfriend/1st husband was an athlete. I am so not.

He wanted me to jog with him in the mornings. Back in the day when there were no sports bras. He would wrap me with an ace bandage so I'd run with him. God, I hated it, but I did it.  I was young and stupid. 

Then he wanted me to learn tennis so I could play with him. Apparently his racket was da bomb and I just didn't get it.  So I tried. Oh how I tried.  He got angry at me and said I wasn't trying hard enough, no one is this bad.

Yes, there is, me.

He gave up in utter disgust. But that had nothing on golfing.

He was in a bowling league.  I lived in a town of Beer, bowling, and bingo.

I don't enjoy any of those 3.  My ex even bought me my own bowling ball with my name engraved so I could go bowling all the time with him. 

Oh he had many a 300 game.  His name in the paper etc.  I couldn't get past a 110. Usually less. I was great at the scorekeeper and they didn't have electric ones at the time.

He also liked to golf.  Again, I tried. "Put your arms closer to your body," he'd yell.  Okay, but you'll see that my boobs get in the way then.  He laughed when he saw that it was what happened, and he just threw his hands in the air and said, "Okay, I give up."  Whew.  I told him I could get a breast reduction, and he said, "No, you don't need to golf."  HA

He taught me how to water ski.  I was pretty good at that. But the only reason was that I hated being bitten by fish, and I didn't want to be in the water.

Yes, you heard me bitten by fish.  More on that later.

He was a good baseball player. Never made the majors, only the minors. 

Thank God he never asked me to throw a ball. I am certain he knew better.

Then I met Rick.  He can build anything. (before stroke) He can make things out of nothing. He can do everything but plumbing. Before he went into the white collar world, he was an electrician in the 70s.  So he can do that too.  So I have this man who can do anything he tries and does it well.

I want to feel that, just once.

I'm very good at being clumsy.  I am very good at reading.

Woo-hoo, great skills, right? 

I am not an athlete, and even if I were, I couldn't do most things with this chest.  And speaking of chests - Simone Biles.

I love Simone Biles. Everyone asks her if she is going to retire.

I know the answer is yes.  How do I know?  She just bought herself a new pair of Boobs.  If she doesn't retire, I am certain it will be an adjustment for balance and the way she throws her body.  So, to me, after seeing her, and she looks great, I believe she is retiring.  She's done it all and is the GOAT, so whatever makes her happy!

Now, back to water skiing.  Everyone was amazed at how fast I got this and how well I did.  I didn't blame them, knowing how pathetic I am at most things.  But again, I didn't want to fall into the water, so being above it was all I needed to do, and it worked.  

The first husband would get so mad at me and yell, "Nothing is biting you for God's sake, Margaret."

I gave up trying to explain.

Fast forward to Rick in the water with me. 

I'm telling him how those little fish bite me.

He laughed and said, Fish don't bite, Margaret. He was laughing at me big time.  I wasn't going to argue because no one believes me.

Years ago, when we were at our lake house, we went for a boat ride one afternoon.  

We anchored the boat in a cove and jumped out and put some lawn chairs on the sand. After a bit, we were both warm and went into the water. I was only waist-deep.  

Rick saw a fish come up to me and break skin - a sunfish!  I jumped and yelped, and he said, "OMG, I saw that.  It drew blood."  

"No shit, Sherlock," I yell as I am leaving the water to go back to my chair on land.  

He sits down next to me and looks at the mark.  

He saw the blood. The bite isn't big, but it will always break skin. 

He just kept saying, "I can't believe this. Those sunfish will always make bubbles around the hair on my legs, but I didn't know they could bite".  

"Now, do you believe me?"

"Yes, I do, and I'm sorry I made fun of you before. I told you that you were sweet meat"

Oh brother.

I told him he needed to call my ex and tell him for me.

Now he understood why I could ski so well. Rick couldn't ski for shit.

I finally could do something he couldn't. It was a nice feeling for a change.

I was offered a job as a stager right before we were leaving N.VA. It's something I would have LOVED to do. She was sent to our home by the realtor to stage and change anything that needed to be changed.

She walked through the house with me and said, "I wouldn't change a thing." She asked if I had a designer. Nope, I did this.

We went back downstairs and asked if I had ever taken design or staging classes. No, I just enjoy that type of thing. 

"Would you like a job?"

I said, "My God, I'd love to do that, but I'm leaving the area."

She then said, "If you decide to stay here or come back, please call me. Youre very good"

She made my day, month, and year. So maybe I could have gotten good at that, who knows?

I was great at my corporate job.  I know that, and I was paid well for it.  

But it's not a talent.  I'd prefer to sing, but that's hopeless except in my car, sitting in traffic. 

One of these days I'll find one, but time is running out.

What is your talent?