Friday, September 5, 2008

love and deuce...

The sun was shining...it was a beautiful autumn day...the grass was being harvested on the farm...and one would think that I had plenty of important things to do yesterday. And I did...


...but nothing so urgent as to keep me from meeting a friend for a tennis match. And what a match it was! We've hiked and walked together...but this was the first time we've played tennis. We were meant to play together...it was a good game, and we'll be meeting at Portage Park again soon.

Portage Park brings back many memories...it was where I first learned to play tennis some forty years ago...with a wooden racquet and white balls. I'm sure the courts have had several facelifts over the years...it's quite a lovely park with a wide expanse of lawn. And next time we play...we'll be sure the lawns have been mowed before our arrival so we don't need to shout above the roar of heavy duty lawn mowing equipment.

Enjoy your weekend...


10 comments:

  1. Oh boy, tennis something I never have mastered. . well actually I have not even tried to master. . .I was quite pathetically uncoordinated in my teens years and I think I thought it was impossible to learn . . I regret now not persevering . .
    I'm glad you took the time to spend time with your friend.

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  2. It was September 27th that we initially began to build our friendship again.
    I think we talked more than keeping score. That's why I was so mixed up..
    I'm up to anything. Let me know.

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  3. 'just passin through'
    I love gardening... If you care to look on my Yorkshire Garden oldest blog there is an arcticle about my mothers love for gardening and competions...
    On my newer 'colour me love' blog there are some pics of our garden...
    Unfortunately due to my health we are having to sell our house after 22 yrs
    I am now in a comfortable condo for the retired we are however allowed window boxes...
    My husband lives in our house part time as we do not want to leave it empty till it sells...
    I have given some of my mothers antique furniture to my older dughter who is purchasing her third house nr Thirsk in Yorkshire...£800 $1600 mortgage....
    Oh My! a month!
    It is late Edwardian...
    Ours was late Georgian and one of the oldest in our town....
    se la vie...
    I have visited a dear snail friend
    in Ottawa and been on many excitng advenures due to our Lord.....
    So now I must be content with how life is.......
    I do hope you can view my blog...
    I also have another www.xanga.com/freye
    But I cannot get on it @ the library due to the webwasher and pevious abuse by others in the past....
    But I do have more pics there including about tea shops as well..
    I hope you can leave a comment @ blogspot.com so I can view... The rain never ends here I think we are having the back lash from the Hurricanes in the us
    We have had our wettest summmer here for 92 years....
    Maybe we will get webbed feet LOL
    Every blessing.......
    Sunny(Freye)

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  4. I don't play, but it is one of my favorite sports to watch. I'm glad you two have discovered a new time to share.

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  5. Doing things with friends is so fun..glad you took the time to play!

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  6. I used to love to play tennis. What fun!

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  7. Good for you and Marg! I can't play anymore because of torn meniscuses in my knees -- hurts too much.

    Have a good weekend!

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  8. Love the post Judy! Tennis...not my sport...but glad that you could get together with a friend for a 'rematch'. Terrific on a sunny Friday!

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  9. Well, all I can say is you look great playing tennis! Someone tried to teach me once or twice, but I'm hopelessly un-athletic and clumsy! So, I've never learned. Good for you...I know it's wonderful exercise and fun too, when you know what you are doing. Portage Park looks like a beautiful place to enjoy a game or two of tennis.

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