A Life of Pickleball and Pick-ups

Pickle Pickle, where’s the pickle? I have officially become an old man with my blossoming love of this sport. The daily game is just the best thing I’ve done for many years. And despite my shoulder and arm hurting, I always want to play again!

I’ve been a bit more silent on my media of late.  Getting older, with less to say. I can see why blogs get left behind; nobody has as much effort as we used to. The world is running out of gas.  But my energy for the games is at a new high. Just a different direction.

My vacation plan is shaping up, now we have four travelers in the mix to the island of Ischia Italy.  I am super excited to be back in Italy and to travel with Sofie and her friend, and my friend. My daily drives or pick-ups are nice breaks in the day.

My garden is breaking records; this combination of a lot of rain and the humidity of today is just making the plants jump. And my fabric is holding down weeds, so it’s just a nice assortment of plants with no weeds. I must say this makes me extremely pleased. In fact, I should have started this blog with the fact that I feel great. This is one of the best times of my life, feeling serene and relaxed about my retired life. And having a trip next week to Quebec City is icing on the cake.

First, though, houseguests–Stevie is coming to stay for a few nights from Belfast. Then we both fly up to QC for the TBEX conference.  I’m all set with my interview at the conference’s closing session. A bit of a letdown after they decided my Death Cafe was too much for the younger audience. So maybe I’ll do that another time at another conference.