Kit and Carol on the Road

We have been doing so little that's not totally mundane that I haven't been inspired to write a blog. But I did finally learn the basics of pickle ball. (like how to hold the paddle--and that it is important to hit the ball. ) No Laura, pickle ball does not involve pickles. From what I hear it was invented either in OR or WA by a couple who needed a game to play in their driveway. Now many of the resorts have pickle ball courts. It really is (like they say) a cross between tennis and ping pong. The ball is a whiffle ball and does NOT behave predictably. The paddles are bigger than ping pong paddles and more rectangular than round. I need to find some other novices to play with--next year. The rules are a bit strange but not as strange a bocce where you are throwing big balls (red and green) at a little ball. We couldn't play bocce yesterday because of water on the court. Every week we seem to get a rain storm which piles more snow up in the mountains and makes the dry gully behind Ida into a rushing stream (for an hour or two)

The most interesting thing that's happened recently was an encounter with a runaway tire. We were just out to lunch (we won a gift certificate at the Canadian party which we crashed as almost Canadians) and coming down Broadway to the store. This runaway car tire comes rolling down the street in the bike lane--it's all downhill at this point. Luckily I had just moved up on the side walk to avoid the right turners. Wierd.

I was going to learn the basic of Mah Jong today but am headed to the pool instead. Kit's back is bothering him so he hasn't felt like adventuring and hates riding in our low to the ground rental car. He lives for the hot tub.