Tuesday June 20, 2000 "A false success made by the good humor of outside influences is always peaceful; a real success made by the qualities of the thing itself is always a declaration of war." "John Oliver Hobbes" Mrs. P.M.T. Craigie, The Dream and the Business Westwood - this is what a pro looks like
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tennis the menance My day started by going to bed. Yeah, I stay up too late all the time. I got up a little late and did my usual e-mail part of my day in my home office before going to work. Laurie, my neighbor across the street, came over and got a load of stuff to dispose of in her garage sale. (You saw that pile of stuff here a couple of days ago.) It's always good to get rid of some stuff. I worked. I wish I had a good idea about the proposal I'm trying to make. I lunched on Japanese with SuRu and one of the Nancys. Had gyoza and sashimi. Would have had Negami rolls but they said it would take twenty minutes. There was a tennis mixer between clubs at Westwood. We were ranked and put in groups and played eight games and then switched courts and partners. I played in 3.0 and won some and lost some. I may be a 3.5 if I live to be 80 and they put us in an over 70 league. Nah, I suck, I really do. I knew there would be lots of people with muscular, tanned legs in those little tennis skirts. There were. People were nice though. I never liked the skirt much. I'll never forget a team I was on where we wore them. I wasn't as fat then, but I was alarmed and amused that the gals offered me petroleum jelly for my thighs (possible alternative title: jelly thighs). For that annoying rubbing together, you know. I do know now. Shorts are better. I sweated and sweated and couldn't drink enough water. We had enchiladas and fajitas and salad and watched the lady pros from the clubs and an assistant coach from UT tennis play a doubles exhibition. Wow. That's tennis at the 4.5-5.0 level. Wimbledon starts soon, doesn't it? Let's see...what's sore? My ankle, my hip. No sore knees, though. Must work out on the weight machines and save joints. I really like belonging to a club with so many activities, though. Should of joined long ago. |
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