I had a walk around the neighborhood on one of the nicest days in the history of days. There must be an acronym for that. I was just stretching my legs in anticipation of some tennis action this afternoon, and also enjoying an August morning. The birds were singing. the flowers blooming and the rabbits eating my carrot tops.
Rich, my old college tennis team mate, is in town again for a couple of weeks. He came for a wedding of his niece, but also to play some tennis with the gang of geezers. It was a little windy in the mini valley that contains the Marie Park courts, but not so bad as to discourage play. There were eight of us today, and is usually the case, no one got hurt and no discouraging words were heard.
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It's more like late August here, but there is that whole time zone thing. There is still that whole humid, hazy thing going on, too. The occasional nip in the air and the return of the wind is a reminder to enjoy these last weeks of summer.
Have fun with Rich. Old friends are the best kind. Of course, pretty much all of my friends are old.
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
And the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
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