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It’s the “tweener” season at our house. Yes, I know “tweener” isn’t a real word; I knew that even before Microsoft Word put the red line under it on my computer screen.
But it’s a real season to me. It’s that time after college basketball ends and before college football begins. You might call it summer.
Tweener season started a little early for me this year because my Missouri Tigers, who were expected to do great things after winning the Big 12 conference tournament, were beaten in an early round of the NCAA’s annual March Madness. I’ve been in a basketball funk since.
Oh, I tried to show some interest in my wife’s Kentucky Wildcats, but they’re not really my team. And I watched several of the tournament games over the last three weeks. But I worked in a couple (Jenny says more than a couple) basketball naps on the couch, too.
I blamed the one I took Saturday night during the Kansas-Ohio State game on being worn out from the first grass mowing of the year that afternoon. Even though the mower is self-propelled, I was both tired and sore afterward.
Jenny has a somewhat different view of tweener season. She says that during the rest of the year I split my television-watching time between sporting events and Home & Garden Television, especially the shows “House Hunters” and “House Hunters International.”
I admit I can’t resist watching people look at homes for sale or rent around the world. It’s sort of a spinoff of the time in my life when I lived in big cities and liked to spend time on weekends touring model homes. It’s the closest thing I ever had to a hobby.
During tweener season, she says I struggle to come up with excuses for not accomplishing jobs on my honey-do list.
Some of them (putting away the boxes full of stuff in the garage, for instance) have been on the list since we moved into the house more than two years ago.
She points out that I don’t know squat about golf, but after basketball season, I suddenly develop an interest in it – or at least watching it on television.
Umm, the Masters is coming up this weekend, isn’t it? And then the British Open not long after that.
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Jenny and I agreed, though, that we needed to find more things to do in the community besides work. So Sunday we went to the Tupelo Symphony performance at the Magnolia Civic Center.
The symphony had Steve Amerson, one of the country’s best-known tenors, as a guest soloist for the concert called “A Broadway Salute to the Troops.”
The selection of music blended patriotic songs with some Broadway favorites for an afternoon that had something for everyone. Amerson was excellent, and his rendition of “The Impossible Dream” from Man of La Mancha was tremendous.
Afterward we dropped in on Jimmie Rogers and a group of her friends for a few minutes. Among the guests was Joyce Sumners, who has worked for many years to help sustain the Tupelo Symphony and has been instrumental in getting it to New Albany for four years.
See, I’m not really a sloth.
T. Wayne Mitchell, publisher of the Gazette, can be reached by phone at 662-534-6321 or by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.