Around the House
‘Tis the season of giving and receiving, so let’s take a look at those special items we recreational curlers might include on the holiday wish list.
Okay, it’s one of those games.
The ice is completely different than it was last week – or even last night. That perfect draw weight that you had yesterday
In 2009, the Fergus Curling Club celebrated its 175th anniversary of continuous curling, a remarkable accomplishment when you consider that in 1834, the town of Fergus, Ontario, consisted of a few farms, a church and a tavern.
The third week of November is a busy one for curling clubs in my part of Ontario. Here in the Waterloo-Wellington region, this week is devoted to a bonspiel involving multiple teams from thirteen different clubs.
The league I’m playing in this year is made up of 16 teams of varying degrees of experience and ability. Our team, for instance, is playing together for the first time. Individually, we’re not bad, and as a team, we’re starting to find our groove.
When you suit up for your weekly curling games and step out on to the ice, you join the ranks of athletes everywhere: you go out there to win.
When our daughter was very young, we would bring her to the club to watch us curl. Sitting behind the glass with her bag of chips (a real treat!), she would point out at the ice and exclaim “Slide pop!”
A few weeks ago I wrote about the challenges of playing three-versus-four. Our vice, B., moved into the house and took over the job of calling the game for our absent skip. I became vice for the night, and H., our lead, threw the first three rocks and did a lot – a LOT – of sweeping, all by herself.
When I’m travelling, one of my favourite things to do is check out local landmarks – the library, for instance, or the town hall. The smaller the town, the better, because then these landmarks play an even larger role in the community.
The first game of the season was last week, and it took several days to recover.
It’s a mild October morning, and I’m scrambling through the daily routine. Lunches, last-minute chores, getting my head around the various tasks awaiting me at work – I’m in the moment and not looking too far ahead.
I remember it clearly: during one of the first games I ever curled, my skip gave me the evil eye as I slid down the side of the sheet talking to one of my teammates.
The email from Betty-Anne arrived last week:
“Hi Jean, I’m in charge of making up the teams for our Wednesday Night Business Women’s League. Could you let me know what position you’d like to play?”
With a thrill of pre-season excitement, I realized that team-building time has arrived.
Remember when you were new to curling? You may have felt yourself stepping into a world that was at the same time welcoming and overwhelming.