Football in the rain
Our meditation centre had all kinds of plans stoked up for the weekend - going for some hill walks, playing a game of football, visiting a garden show - but the miserable weather put paid to most of them. Except the football. Yesterday was supposed to be better; we could meet up for a game of football then. Except it wasn’t better at all. We had planned to go for a bite to eat after the game, but the rain made us decide to put the cart before the horse and head to the greasy spoon (as my friend Ambarish calls cafés - where did he get that from?) first. Well, we finished that and the rain still didn’t get any better. After a brief stint trying to persuade Ambarish, who lived nearby, to put the couch and all the breakables in his house into the kitchen so we could play a game of indoor football in his living room instead, we headed out into the rain and just started playing away.
It’s amazing how you can not look forward to something at the beginning, but then really end up enjoying yourself. The wet surface really levels up all the differing levels of skill and makes for a much more equal game. The rain even stopped. I’m really glad I went out now; things like meeting up for a fun game off football tend to get easily pushed to the back of the schedule due to so-called more ’serious’ commitments, and sometimes if you don’t push aside the excuses and just get out there, the ’serious’ stuff can just take over and bury you.
