Since I had time to kill, I set out for whatever might be open, which ended up being Walmart. Of course, this being a small town I ended up waiting for a train while it slowly crept along. Then it stopped. Then it backed up. And finally it went forward again and cleared the tracks.
So glad I wasn't trying to get to the hospital on the other side of the tracks!
I did resist the urge to stop at Bloedow's, the notoriously wonderful bakery on Broadway. I drove past it twice without stopping. Another image from Google since I didn't dare pull the car over.
Once in Walmart I went to the electronics department to look for Fitbits. I would love to have this bracelet that monitors how many steps taken, stairs climbed, calories burned, etc. My friend Marti has one and therefore I must also. It's just always been that way with us.
I had hoped to purchase one and be able to use it right away, but I couldn't make a decision. I think I like the clip she has as the display is much larger and easier on old eyes.
Finally it was time to return to the Y and start to play! It was the nicest group of people you could imagine. Of course pickleball players all seem pretty darn nice. The age mix was from a young boy of about 11, several college aged, some in their 30's and 40's and a few old geezers like me.
After playing I enjoyed a shower and sitting in the hottub for a while.
The drive time allows for some alone time to listen to the radio station and my music and just be alone with my thoughts.
It was a pretty blissful experience and I can't wait to repeat it!
Long Live the Queen of Pickleball