Life In The “Slow” Lane

So.

As I write, I am in Surprise, Arizona, lodging at the home of our friend, Marlene, who moved here from California over a year ago. Ken and our friends, Sandie and Beagle, are also here for 5 days, while participating in a pickleball tournament in nearby Sun City. 

Surprisingly, (ha, you knew I would say that!), there are  pickleball courts everywhere. In fact, our tournament has 18 courts. Back home at the tourney Ken runs, there are 8. Rohnert Park is building 6 this year, and I am in contact with Healdsburg. There will be a meeting next month to address Windsor needs. The joy spreads. And I am passionate about it.

But I digress. 

What I really want to say is how refreshing it is to gather with friends in a setting outside of home base. How fun it is to get to know these people in new ways. It’s been a hoot to laugh and play and talk non-stop. I must say electronics sometimes gets in the way, at times. Being mindful of that. Heck, I just talk at people, even while they text.

And I have fond memories of journeying with friends, before kids and after kids, back in my 20’s. We camped, cross-country skied and yes, chatted non-stop. I see that tradition has emerged, enthusiastically, with my 3 adventuresome sons.

So fast forward to now - the title of my post. Slow lane? Not yet. And, as a reference to Zoe, I think I will continue enjoying these splendid years of what I now deem “The Peppermint Twist”! Rock on!