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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: jpmac who wrote (34735)	8/11/1999 9:15:00 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I read that as "victual remodeling" and I began to wonder if you were making fun of me and the cucumber sandwiches I did not eat on Sunday. Then I realized I had not told you about Sunday. Well, Sunday was the great tournament against a very very good croquet team from another historic house. It was my first day playing in my Victorian gown and I learned rather quickly that I could not swing the mallet through my legs as I had been doing- I kept getting my mallet fouled in my dress. It was not very ladylike and I heard snickers form the crowd- so it must have looked a bit funny. Therefore, I had to modify my swing to a golf style, side swing. Unfortunately, never having practiced that way things did not start out too well. We were playing "partners" croquet. Each woman on our team was partnered with a woman from their team. There were so many of us we had to put up an extra court. One court had been groomed- I.E. the grass had been mowed, the leaves had been raked, the court had been carefully set up to include only one apple tree and the apples had been removed from the lawn. The other court, hastily erected, contained several apple trees, and a lot of apples in the lawn (well lawn isn't an apt term, really it isn't). Guess which court I got to play on? Anyway, as we started out I tried, really I did. My partner was very game, and very good. She was sweetly encouraging for about the first three wickets- then, sensing a losing cause, she drifted away to sit with someone else. I played on, chipping an apple here, sinking in a gopher hole there. I actually saw a gopher peek out his little head at the 5th wicket- I was so excited. I pointed the hole out to everyone else, but no one seemed to care. It finally ended up being just me, and a lady (Kit) who had recently come out of the hospital following an operation. She is captain of our team and a darn good player- but she wasn't well that day. I think I performed a public service being there for her to beat- it made her happy, I think, not to be last. And my partner? Well she had finished long before me. She had been snacking at the lovely buffet table (where there were, indeed cucumber sandwiches- though they were gone by the time I finished, as were the lemon bars, and the cookie roll cake and the olive sandwiches). She came back eventually, "rovering" which is what partners do for their horrible lame partners- in essence you hit your ball backwards to allow your partner to hit you so your partner will get two strokes instead of one (because in croquet if you hit another ball you get to take two turns instead of one, but if you are dead last there is no one around to hit) and thus your poor pathetic partner will finish the game faster. It was a trial for her to come back. I don't know what sort of steel she was made of that she did it. I thought Kit's partner should have come back and helped her- but Kit still managed to beat me even with my extra "help". When I got to the buffet table there was not much left. I had some strawberries with cream- but I am afraid the cream had been sitting out too long as I got rather sick. I hope my next game is better.