Wacky Whacky Wednesday
July 20, 2011
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Peter and I played tennis today; whacked at the ball is more like it. It was all I could do to keep from crying on the court because: 1) My game’s frustratingly rusty and I couldn’t hit a ball in the center of the strings to save my life; 2) My achilles are getting worse, not better, and running was really painful, so I just hobbled after the ball like a 97 year old. Pathetic; but, 3) I’m ecstatic to be able to hit with Peter, exchanging groundstrokes like normal tennis-playing people. He’s rusty too, but he’s a worthy opponent and that’s unbelievably gratifying. He even said afterward, “that was fun.”
I like this picture, too:
And just because the yard project’s moving along so nicely, thought I’d boast about today’s haul, because I’m like that:
Most of this is the aftermath of my assault on an outa control crepe myrtle, and, underneath that, a bunch of bermuda and bind weed. Very satisfying whacking with various gardening implements! Meditative and violent at the same time, and not nearly as frustrating as the tennis.
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