Friday 17th February – At Home in the Meadows

This morning felt almost like routine. I went into John’s place for a shower and hung out in the living room while Bernie cleared his stuff out of the apartment. John sounded like he’d decided to come with me to the Space X launch, something he’d been pondering for a few days, not able to…

Thursday 16th February – Tournament is Hotting Up!

This morning, I had energy to burn so I went for an out-of-character early morning run. I started at the eighteenth hole and worked my way back along the course following the golf cart path, ignoring the many signs that said jogging, cycling and skating were not allowed on the path. These people just make…

Tuesday 14th February – Bernie’s Tournament is Over

We both had a good sleep in the Walmart and I was off before Bernie. He was awake, but not in any state to get to the courts with me by 8am, so I left him some directions and head off. Stella had booked us an early court session for a hit and was already…

Monday 13th February – My Car Smells Like Dog (In a Good Way)

No issues with our trusty Walmart camp this time, we were away without issue, straight to a Maccas so Bernie could get his essential morning coffee and make a few phone calls before his big game. After we’d been talking last night about how much trouble he has falling asleep, he slept like a log,…

Sunday 12th February – Coaching Session

I was up way before Bernie this morning and enjoying breakfast in my comfy seat when a man came up to my open side door and introduced himself as the property manager and asked if I was just hanging out. It was bloody obvious what I was doing and he proceeded to tell me that…

Saturday 11th February – How Did He Survive Without Me?

Our goal today was to hit as much as possible on clay courts. After a pretty late start to the morning, I found a few nearby parks and when I called to enquire about clay courts, the lady on the phone just said “I’ll Google it,” in response to each of my questions, so not…

Thursday 9th February – A Wonderful New Friendship

While I was flipping through my Lonely Planet guide over breakfast, a guy in an old bright red MG drove over to my camp. I’d seen him drive in last night and saw him camped out in a sleeping bag, keen as mustard. Within minutes, it was obvious he’s a talker. He had so much…