Saturday - Brought my new tennis racket today to match #2 feeling good and with high hopes. The word 'Lost' doesn't quite convey the degree of humiliation my partner and I suffered at the hands of our opponents. Picture instead God's giant thumb pressing down onto both of us and, after smashing us into the asphalt, instead of merely lifting itself off, leaving us in a heap, rather, scraping itself sideways while maintaining it's crushing pressure, leaving behind a long greasy smear on the court. Yeah... That's about how it was. The score? 1-6, 0-6. Thanks to our other two doubles teams winning their matches, our team actually won the match. No thanks to us. Played Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and twice today, and cripe does my body feel it. Now I know why old people move the way they do: because it hurts!
Monday - Storms coming. Set a bucket on the patio and got just shy of 3 inches of rain in one day.
Tuesday - RAAAAIN! We're up to almost 4 inches now.
Wednesday - Why is it when your wife leaves town for two weeks, every woman that walks into your line of sight is smokin' hot? Gawd crap, man. Further proof the almighty hates us.
Thursday - More rain. Then hail. And more rain. Did I say 'Hail'? Is this frikkin' L.A. or, what the... ? Rocks the size of peas are falling from the sky. In L.A.!! Maybe those predicting the end of the world in 2012 aren't such idiots after all. Chips and salsa wasn't enough so I had bratwurst and beer for dinner at the bar. Miss M's cooking. Over 6 inches of rain so far.
Friday - Body is saying, 'Thank you!'. Haven't played tennis all week, thanks to the rain. Grand total for the week? 7-3/4 inches. The new stucco is getting tested.
... to be continued...
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