Well, it's Mother's Day and a Sunday, so today was not my favorite day in the world. I have nothing against Mother's Day; it's all a very nice idea and all, but in my family, if we do not spend ever waking moment of the day with the parent we are honouring, it's cause for shame and a stern talking-to. If it only happened once a year, I would be fine with it, but our list consists of: Mother's Day, Father's Day, both birthdays, their anniversary. That's five whole days. (Dad's really picky, if we don't do as is commanded, we have to try again the next week, but he's only picky on Father's Day)
For some reason, the five youngest people in my family had a hankering to play tennis. We played for an hour after church, then asked Mom to take us to the actual tennis court. We have two courts in a fenced-in area, totally unsupervised, unmonitored, but people do just use it for tennis. The fence is pretty big, but I still shot two balls over it. The first time was an accident before we even started: I was playing against the block of wood put up against the fence so you can play against yourself and I served over the fence. The second time, we were actually playing, and I swung too hard on a ball I should have let go. (Only today did I graduate to a full-sized adult racket from my kiddie-sized, and they weigh different, so I was still getting used to it)
I'm relatively proud of how I played. I did not suck, so that's always a plus.
But tomorrow's Monday. The cycle lands on day 3, so we only have Mrs Read once. Clouds with silver linings all around
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