The sand volleyball with the grizzled old guys for two hours this morning was fun. They rag a lot on each other but generally encouraged me as a newbie and gave me some pointers on serving..
I admit to hoping sometimes that they wouldn't hit the ball to me, but I think that feeling will go away in time. I didn't embarrass myself, but it reminded me of being eight and standing in right field hoping the ball would go the other way...
I spent the afternoon at the pool, reading the new Steven King book about the impenetrable dome that mysteriously appears over a small Maine town...kind of a "Lord of the Flies" for adults in
In the evening we cranked up the round robin social doubles tennis. Mrs. Phred has just had my racket restrung and a new wrap on the handle. It feels very sweet.when I whack the ball.
Hopefully, I'll be able to schedule something more blogable soon... maybe a SCUBA trip in the Gulf Stream or an overnight fishing trip in the Gulf of Mexico?