It's been a while since I have posted anything and even my reading your posts is falling by the wayside. I am in Florida now. I have a yard where little attention was spent on landscaping for the past years so I am slowly and (somewhat) methodically addressing that. I also volunteer to work at the pollinator garden and the edible garden I helped install at the UU grounds and I took over the volunteer job of cleaning out the overgrown community garden by my neighborhood mailboxes. The neighbor who was doing that got sick and could no longer attend to it. It's a bigger job than I'd thought at first -- not only overgrown with weeds, but the plants that are wanted there are in life and death competition for each others' spaces. And two walks a day, morning and evening, so Levi can keep up with addiction to canine social media and a daily rousing came of stick or ball midday take up another chunk of my time. I have a weekly meditation group that I co-facilitate, and my own ...
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Ah, so you have succumbed to the pickel ball mania? Isn't it just tennis with different ball and paddle or am I crazy? Okay I am crazy but please explain the frenzy to us! Inquiring minds want to know.
ReplyDeleteI have not ever tried pickle ball but it does seem to become an obsession with those (thousands) who do. I just walk by the tennis courts every day and was amused to see the birds looking like spectators.
DeleteThey look cute. Pickleball is the craze for seniors these days.
ReplyDeleteHere we have to go to the country to look for sandhill cranes in the fall. There, they show up to watch pickleball. That's hilarious!
ReplyDeleteDid anyone invite them to play pickleball? Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeletePickleball is huge here in Northern Ohio.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to hear that the pickle ball noise at least entertained the cranes.
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