I know, I said I wouldn’t keep posting these, but other than Lisa’s chemo this is what I’ve got to talk about right now. Anyway… I don’t remember if I mentioned this before or not, but I play in a league. We get paired up once a week and then exchange calls/mail to arrange a time. There weren’t enough total beginners like me to form our own “level 4” bracket so we got lumped in with the level 3s. From what I’ve seen I’m about a 3.5, but up until now I’ve played 3s each week and haven’t won a game, never mind a match. Well, I played a 4 this past week and now I know how the shoe feels on the other foot. 5 points in to the first game I decided to work on a new serve, she was that bad. Only her sixth time playing, so no offense or anything, she was just outmatched.
I still don’t plan to do this all the time, but man o man yesterday’s match was epic. I met Dave again, spur-of-the-moment style. He won the first game 15-8, and I’m thinking “oh well, not sneaking up on him this time.” He won the second game 15-12. Okie-doke, so I’m losing the best 2 out of 3 proposition (again – I don’t think I’ve ever taken 2 of 3 from someone).
(Don’t let the title fool you, I won’t post EVERY SINGLE TIME I play… more like occasional progress reports.)
I really like exercising, believe it or not, but I despise working out. I just cannot summon up any enthusiasm for lifting weights, calisthenics, etc… For several years I took kickboxing classes, and they were a lot of fun, but I kinda plateaued / lost interest eventually and since then hadn’t found anything to replace it.
Lisa and I just got back from Sumter, SC, where we helped celebrate my parents’ 50th Anniversary. I think it says something that I saw this event as inevitable and so many others see it as extraordinary, but I don’t know what, exactly, is being said. In any case, my folks seemed pleased with what their kids cooked up for them, so we can chalk this one up in the “success” column.
We put Sasha into Soos Creek Kennel on Thursday night. This was not a perfunctory event – no, there was gnashing of teeth and rending of garb for both of us as we pondered the options. It turns out, we’re doting parents. Who’da thunk? I even floated the idea of taking her with us, but Lisa wisely pointed out that two round-trip flights, with layovers, was far more stress than Sasha would experience hanging out in her run for 4-ish days. So, into the kennel she went, along with her squidgy, he medicine ball, a bone, and one of her Chuck-It balls. We shall return to this point later.
The humans got going at 0-dark-thirty the next morning, settling in to our 6:30AM departure from SeaTac. The day of traveling was without incident, including our 3-hour layover in Chicago and the ~3-hour drive from Charlotte to Sumter, SC. It turned out that Lisa even knew where to get quality food in O’Hare and, coincidence of coincidences, our gate was 2 down from it! For the record, we got paninis at Tapenade, and they were nummy. We got to Sumter by about 10:00PM local time. Linda and her family were already there, so Lisa got to meet the last of my sibs (she and Ed met a couple years ago when we last visited the homestead). Hawkeye and Johnny were very sweet, taking to Lisa immediately. For that matter, so did Dave and Linda, but I guess I trusted the adults to recognize my genius in selecting a mate. :p