The scenic Catskills beckon the cornerless Baby
Yes, my arms are pretty much this whiteHey, sports fans! I'm blogging this evening from the charmingly rustic lodge at tennis camp, where my brother Bill and I arrived Sunday afternoon for our latest venture into the dark side that is the Walsh tennis psyche. (I LOVE tennis but find my inability to play as well as I would like to be a metaphor for so many things in my life. (If I can just make it through the next 48 hours without feeling emotionally defeated I will consider the outing an unmitigated success.) It was a scorcher when we left Manhattan, but the breeze and slightly cooler temperature upstate made for a pleasant afternoon on the court (well, once I got done vomiting as a result of Bill's driving/ownership of a Mini Cooper). The official festivities begin very early today so I'd best keep this short, but having brought my laptop out of my apartment for the very first time this weekend (I know) I feel excited about blogging "on the road" this week and moving forward. The forecast calls for rain and I may have forgotten to pack deodorant or a single pair of underwear, but I have a feeling this may be the tennis camp that helps me master my crosscourt forehand once and for all. Wish me luck!
The lodging is a bit "Friday the 13th," but no complaints from me. That nice boy Cary Stayner always keeps the rooms in tip-top shape
1 comment:
Good luck improving your swing. As long as you have a good time, it's all worth while. :)
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