I found love

I sit here in my living room, conscious of the night sounds: whirring fan, low humdrum of the air conditioning and the sporadic melody of snores floating down the stairs.  Sometimes the husband and sometimes the little girl.

I entertain random thoughts, I wonder what is to become of this earth in the next few decades . It seems like the stars are out of alignment at the moment , everyone is mad. Mainly British and American politics. Popularly dubbed  Brexit and Trump. Sick of the news and real life, I have found an oasis.

My escape an unlikely sport. Tennis!! I never had the patience for following teams or athletes.  I was unimpressed with people who talked only sport, thought myself superior somehow. Sport was for playing , not watching or talking about. But I have changed, now I find refuge in watching ladies wielding rackets and smashing balls.  My inspiration being Serena and Venus , the Williams sisters.

At forty I have started playing tennis as seriously as a 40'year old could. I become a regular Provo Golf Club tennis courts surpass the Grace bay beach as my most frequented hang out. I ignore pain in the arch of my feet and have lost memory of what it means to walk without an ever present ache. We have champagne tournaments. I spend a small fortune taking  private lessons from a 24 year old South African who now feels like family. I play with a group of women on Tuesday evenings some plump, some thin, some fast, some sluggish but all enthusiastic and good fun. I think am good but my rise in tennis will remain just there, Tuesday nights. Only if I had the chance to play when I was younger. I better not start this only if as it annoys me when other people dwell on regret. For now I will just say thank you I found tennis before age catches up with me. Thank You for my 2016 US Tennis Open trip if not only to see Serena at practice. Off to bed I go hoping for pleasant dreams.