Greg and I have been learning how to play tennis. The courts at Clemson University are free to use, equipment is cheap (particularly if you opt for the least expensive racket), and it’s good exercise.
We didn't play on this court, but it's the best example of what the practice courts in Clemson look like...well, once you take out the big white chairs, sponsor boards and bleachers.
We tend to use about three courts at once – this gives Greg ample room to chase the tennis balls I’ve hit. Direction is a tricky thing in tennis…that and control. Most of my return hits wind up outside of the court entirely, and in the nearby trees, startling the nearby squirrels. I get a little carried away.
Where my tennis balls usually wind up.
One cannot play tennis without the obligatory “I’m a bona fide tennis player” shot.
Greg McEnroe
Shawna Williams
We’ve only played a couple of times, but we’re already improving. We’re even starting to rally back and forth a bit.
After our last game of tennis, we explored some more of the campus. The campus cemetery, called Woodland Cemetary, was a quick jaunt away (even quicker by car), so we wandered in. It’s a small cemetery, with a gated section in the middle. The gated section is reserved for the Calhoun family, without which the university wouldn’t exist (well, on this particular parcel of land, anyway).
This is the entrance to the Calhoun section of the cemetery.
We also made friends with one of the lovely squirrels who hadn’t been frightened away by our tennis match.
I've named this cute little guy Oscar. No real reason...just think the name suits him.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately – mostly books recommended by my good friend at the Brûlée Blog.
The cooking thing also continues to be a work in progress. I became less enamoured of the spaghetti and meatball recipe in my last post after trying to make it last night. Mine looked nothing like Jamie Oliver’s…packaged pasta aside. Humph.
love the blog and the pictures.