I played pickle ball for my first time
this morning. The paddle is not
a racket.
Some comments
of those that had to have me
as a partner:
I guess you have to start somewhere.
Do you have a hole in your racket?
Are you watching the ball?
He, that guy in the blue,
he gives lessons.
I’ll catch on I say,
and I will.
Outside hours have not changed unless
we count parking lot walking. So 13
p.s. my chocolate cookie was delicious
