I've got the Pickleball Blues

We've settled down in Georgia as we make our way south and landed in a Red Neck Southern Style campground.  As you can see from the photos, if you don't have an RV to stay in you can rent this cute little cottage...complete with facilities.

We are on Third Street, so the laundry was just a short walk from the RV and it was a relief to get caught up on this task.

On our way here I noticed this sign on the interstate and now the secret is out as to where the Bat Cave is located.

We are nestled in next to our neighbors on one side and a dead tree on the other, which just adds to the charm of the place. 



















If we were staying longer we could really decorate southern style and pull the recliner outside.  The lights attached to the awning are for Halloween and blink and twinkle...all night long.

Hey, it's only for three days and I found I could play pickleball at the YMCA about 8 miles away.  Woo hoo!

It's been a long dry stretch for me lately, not being to get on my beloved courts.  Left Brain is finally on flatter ground with better roads and has been out peddling his @ss all over town and having a ball.

I was so excited the night before that I could hardly sleep.  I had visions of smacking the ball around and sweating profusely...oh the the fun I would have!

I arrived just a few minutes before the 9:00 start time and it was a good thing as I had to complete a form with lots of information, even though I explained I'd be here for two days and they'd never see me again.  But procedures are procedures and they move slowly in this corner of the world...which kills a Northern born hyper person like myself.

Then I had to produce identification, which I'd left in the car.  I pleaded with the lady that it was only a two hour session and I had to change into my shorts as it was too cold that morning to not wear jeans.

She begrudgingly agreed to release me and took my $10.  I was so excited I forgot to ask for my change.  Oh well, I could deal with that later...it was time to PLAY!

You can imagine my dismay when I entered a gym with one feeble looking net set up and a beat up blonde in black spandex waiting for someone to play with.  She had no clue what she was doing...a very new newbie.

After attempting to volley over the net to warm up it became apparent no one was going to show up, so I apologized to her and and went back to the office.

I explained that I did not receive my change and learned that the fee for admission to the YMCA on a daily pass was $10.  What?  When I pressed her that I was there for about 10 minutes and was not playing to stay...or return...the other lady at the desk prompted her to return my money.  I couldn't leave fast enough.

Since there appeared to be a plethora of shopping nearby I went in pursuit of canned cat food...a recurring challenge for us.  Lo and behold there was a PetSmart and I stocked up on George's new favorite food.  Then I ran a couple of other chores, picking up items from my ever present list.

After a lengthy wandering of JoAnne Fabrics and leaving empty handed I checked my Yelp app for a place to eat and found a pizza place nearby.  I arrived shortly after they opened and ordered the two slices and a soda special.  Then I saw the photo of the sea salt caramel cheesecake.  Why not?  It had been a disappointing day and two slices of pizza was not a huge lunch, so I ordered it as well.

Well...I had no idea the slices of pizza were the size of my head.  It was more like having an entire pizza.  But I managed to digest it all and then savor the cheesecake.  By the time I finished and was in a sugar induced coma the YMCA had been forgiven.

Then I went home and worked off the sugar buzz by pulling everything out of the bays on one side of the RV, discarding items not needed anymore and straightening things out to create more space.  Now life was good!

Long Live the Queen of Pickleball Blues