Needle all the way to the left

Last night was a mixed bag on the volleyball courts. It was windy which always adds additional challenges to play. It also was hot and humid as hell. It felt like I had a couple pounds of sand stuck to my body at times. I went into the night wanting to use a similar hitting strategy as last week but the wind made it tough, resulting in more balls going into the net, although I did manage to have a few clean hits during play. However the biggest challenge was just surviving.

In total we played 8 games and my legs were smoked by the end of six. We also were the oldest team on the courts if you go by average age. We were playing three’s so there was a lot of movement required. Despite the wind, old age, humidity, my erratic hitting and being tired as hell at the end we still managed to win six of our eight games, good enough. We were a very scrappy team.

Play ran too late to go have dinner at the bar with Meaghan so I decided to pop over to Tacos and Tequilla. It’s a great second choice since it’s close and open until 11. The two margaritas and tacos helped soothe my aching joints and tired muscles.

This weekend is fuzzy in it’s trajectory. It could wind up being a “standard” two days that includes pickleball, riding, video production, chores, alcohol consumption or something totally different. I don’t know for sure but I am learning to value that freedom of choice as well as freedom from drama more and more as time marches on.

Last year I was enjoying the glory of having the kitchen and master bathroom cabinets and counters completed. Also as I read the last year entries I recall some behind the scenes that were going on that was the beginning of the long descent 2023 followed.