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Wednesday Words of Wisdom: Getting Back on the Horse

3 Apr

“Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.” — Marie Curie
Perseverance and confidence, two words to strive for, to live for. You can only move forward, one step at a time. I’ve been in a holding pattern for a long time, but today, I felt revitalized when I stepped back on the tennis courts after not playing in almost a year. Time to “get back on the horse” and start getting back to the things I love, the things that I put on the back burners.

I missed playing tennis and the tennis girls who have been the greatest friends, some for almost ten years. I didn’t want to let them down so I didn’t commit to play as a regular, just to sub if they needed me. Today, they needed me, but I needed to play again to start getting back my confidence. Not just about tennis, but about everything.

I was a bit rusty, but Judy and I managed to win one set. Of course, Judy had to run all over the courts like a mad woman to cover me. It was wonderful to get back on the horse, back on the courts, back to my life…one step at a time.




More Monday Madness

11 Jun

It’s Monday in McKinney. I got home late last night. Chicago was fun, but it’s always great to be home and sleeping in your own bed. So, now back to my old routine, and “back in the saddle again.” That’s just a figure of speech. Last time I rode a horse was many years ago and I thought I was going to die.


My crazy, wild and whacky life is what keeps me going, what keeps me happy. I got up early to make brownies for our end of the season tennis party. Yes, I saw another funny face in the brownie mix. This time, there were a few small tomatoes on the counter. Of course, I needed a nose. Maybe a clown face? The red bowl inspired a hat, and the rest is photographic history. When you make brownies, you have to crack a couple eggs and a couple jokes.


The tennis party was fun. All the gals brought something wonderful to eat, and the day was glorious out on the patio. Thanks, Robin, for your gracious hospitality. I am so blessed to have the greatest friends. Such a lovely talented and tenacious tennis team. (Alliteration fetish.)

Life is good…ahhhh…back in the saddle!

The depressing thing about tennis is that no matter how good I get, I’ll never be as good as a wall.
Mitch Hedberg

Theme Song Thursday: Smiling Face

29 Mar

This morning, while making my brownies for our tennis match, I did what every good baker does. I made a funny face with the brownie mix. This one looked like a smiley face. But then, when I moved the measuring cup that had the canola oil in it, it left this ring on the cutting board. Another smiley face. Eerie! So, it was a SMILEY FACE kinda day.

What better song for theme song Thursday than James Taylor’s, “Whenever I see Your Smiling Face.” ( I had to smile myself….) Everyone, sing along!



Rights reserved to James Taylor.

Whenever I see your smiling face
I have to smile myself
Because I love you (Yes, I do)
And when you give me that pretty little pout
It turns me inside out
There’s something about you, baby (I don’t know)

Isn’t it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
It will grow stronger every day
Oh, how much longer

I thought I was in love
A couple of times before
With the girl next door
But that was long before I met you
Now I’m sure that I won’t forget you
And I thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are
And not just another lovely lady
Sent down to break my heart

Isn’t it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
It can grow stronger every day
How much longer

No one can tell me that I’m doing wrong today

Monday Memories

18 Mar

(words & music by bill strange – scott davis)

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine

Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories

Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories


A walk down memory lane…Elvis singing a nostalgic melody…Memories of days gone by…

I played some tennis this morning. It was a little cool at first, but the cloudless sky quickly warmed with the sun’s unwavering warmth. Either that, or a little running around the courts warmed me up. We had a tennis drill for an hour and a half, then stayed to play doubles another hour. I love tennis, always have, always will. Unfortunately, I am reminded by my old body, ancient knees, arthritis, and sore wrist, that I am no spring chicken. I’m more like one of those yellow rubber chickens they sell at the novelty store.


As I was sitting here, reminiscing about when I first picked up a tennis racket, I indeed became nostalgic. It was way back in high school in the late 60’s. Our school didn’t build tennis courts until my senior year, but our neighborhood park had a couple courts, and that’s where we would hang out after school or in the summer. My friends and I never had a lesson, but we bought rackets and had a go at it. It wasn’t pretty! And, it was probably a good year before we stopped hitting the balls over the chain link fence, but we kept on trying.

I went to Amos Alonzo Stagg H.S in Palos Hills, Illinois. The school was just a few years old when I was a freshman in ’67. Mr. Caroll, my old art teacher and I still keep in touch. He informed me recently that next year is the school’s 50th anniversary. Man…that was a zillion years ago! My girlfriends and I would walk over to the park after school and pretend to play tennis. We played for hours, chasing the balls that went flying over the fence, and even played when the nets were down for winter. The park was our home away from home, and tennis was our excuse to get away, to goof off and to meet boys. Diane, Linda, Mary and I still keep in touch, thanks to the cyber-miracle of Facebook.

So, when I wax nostalgic,(no actual wax or cleaning products involved) I remember the sport of tennis most fondly, “pressed between the pages of my mind, sweetened through the ages just like wine.”