Two tennis games on Saturday/Carlos Pueblo

Two tennis games on Saturday/Carlos Pueblo

Finally, there was a dry day on Saturday for the spring. There was no

Spanish class; therefore, I had no restraint on time to play the league

match far away at Katy, Texas. A teammate, Paul, gave me a ride to the

Eagle Point Club and my double partner, John, took me back to our own

courts. Incidentally, there was a need of a fourth player, I joined to the

second game of the morning and I was exhausted when I got home not

quite late in the morning.

The first game was no match at all. Our opponents are younger and better

than us rarely make errors. Sometimes, I feel that if I should continue the

exercises yet I feel no pain on any part of my body, i.e. my joints. I am still

concerned if I make my partner embarrassed. While on my second game at

the home court, I felt much more comfortable due to similar level of tennis

scale. I like this kind of tennis that I can obtain very much needed exercises.

My son Arthur is off during the weekend and I can have more time to prepare

our dinner in the late afternoon. His mother is away in Las Vegas, the Grand

Canyon, and Los Angeles for their sisters’ reunion. I have done four dinners and

five more to go. He is very nice to me and finishing all what I have provided. He

works at night and that’s why she prepares his dinner early late in the afternoon.

I wrote a piece on my blog about an old Japanese song, Hokkiko, an amended

edition of a popular song in the dormitory at Manchuria, China before the War.

I did some Google search and completed in both Kanji and English edition on the

same Saturday before and after the two tennis games. Since I am making some

progress in Japanese language, I shall introduce some more of my favorite old

songs. The next one will be Miyako no ame ni, means the Capital city in the rain.

I like the composer, the original male singer, and a female singer of my favorite.

I’ll introduce her to you, she is about my age and out of the stage for a long time.

The spring is finally here. I go out to the garden on the back yard and shake some

flowers on the lemon trees and pick off some yellow leaves. There are still bees

around even as the mandarin orange tree blossom. We’ll have a good harvest in

the late fall and I shall go to neighbors for some of their harvest. There are many

tangerine trees in the subdivision; however, American are mostly not interested

to eat them, they prefer to the orange juice.