So guess where I’m headed to for the next few days? (while Marc stays behind and tends to the flock(s).)
A friend I met from Tennis Camp organizes a yearly trip and I get to stay with his family for the days we attend the U.S. Open. I only see them once a year so there’s a lot to catch up on (oldest child left the nest for college, mom went to Italy, family went all over the U.S. hiking.) I get to meet with good friends while we watch some of the world’s best tennis.
Going to the Open is an event where I face crowds, eat outrageously priced food, and sit in the nosebleed seats to watch what look like tiny ants wearing clothing that I’ll never fit into and I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT.
I love the game of tennis. I love to play it. I love the smell of the courts, the action of competition, the skill involved, and yes, even when ants are playing, I love to watch it.
Not sure I’ll be online but I will be posting photos of Mama Hen at the US Open on my Instagram account – wendy.thomas1) so you might not hear from me until Wednesday (although I am going to try my hardest to put up some chicken/tennis stories – of which I’m sure, there will be many.)
Love to all. (See what I did there?) See you when I get back.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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