Back from the Bay Area Trip.
Lost two games (first 6-2; I sprayed so many UFEs; the next 7-5)… the best play I saved for last with Ella 4.5. We won 6-4. Man we were on; very few errors; we hit some clean winners and difficult shots left and right. Ella was particularly impressive in the return of service game against a really difficult server. He’s quite inspirational that way. Whenever I play with him, I feel no stress. He always feels pressure I think to win no matter what, but he found a way to relax and swing. It was really awesome, but then tragedy struck: after we got off the court, one of our good friends, the Doc, lost his footing, landed on his arm/elbow, fractured part of the arm AND dislocated it, an injury so severe that the doctor in the ER asked: were you in a car accident? The whole incident was traumatic for everyone to say the least. He’s going to be okay, but the healing process will be long and The Doc said he’s not sure he’ll be back on the court anytime soon, which is really difficult to hear.
Some highlights from the trip:
1.) The day after the arm incident, Ella 4.5 hosted and the Doc, Mochi, Catlover, and myself were hanging out. I think I suck at playing the guitar. I’m just self taught. Well it didn’t matter. Catlover had brought his guitar from his classes and I eventually took over and we sang a shitload of songs and it was good, a way to get the mind off of stress and pain, I hope.
2.) Hanging with Ella 4.5 reminds me that I have friends back in the Bay, but to add some wonderful things about this trip in particular is that I had Persephone on the Inland Empire side to pick me up. It’s maybe the first time in ten or more years that I have had rides on both sides of the airport: true blue extended family members who are willing to drive the distance for you. I feel lucky to have anyone not get tired of me right away, so thank you.
3.) Re-entry = that feeling you get when you’re back from vacation, back from a place you like a lot and wish you could stay a lot longer. It’s always hard to come back here, where it’s hot and dusty and where I feel like I’ve been exiled against my power. I know I’m lucky: I still have a job, I still get paid, I still can put food on the table, but.. there’s still so much more I want. The yogis who teach me say to “let it go,” but striving is my way of improving my life. It’s really what my family taught me: don’t take less than what you deserve because you can achieve if you put effort; you can even surprise yourself if you are really committed. My father, though being such a hardass, will always have the luxury of being able to say that he instilled a kind of work ethic into his children that will have made them survivors. That’s no small feat.