Please read my last week's blog Pregame Anxiety as prelude to this. 

There's a local frozen yogurt place in our neighborhood. We built up a lot of loyalty points enjoying their yogurt until one day, about a year ago,when they stopped serving “Original Tart”. The owner explained that my favorite flavor was not a big seller. I was in disbelief because, for me, it was the only flavor that tasted remotely like yogurt.

For me it would be a tie between My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Pretty Woman -- by far, my two favorite movies. The former because somehow I can relate to the big Greek family (and my husband’s windex is WD-40). The latter because apparently I am a sucker for a good Cinderella story.

I purchased my current laptop last year. It has a touchscreen and came equipped with Windows 8. Somehow, I quickly became adept at interfacing the keypad with the touchscreen and using Windows 8.   Now Microsoft has introduced Windows 10 and repeatedly sent me messages about the necessity of upgrading to 10. I really liked windows 8 and was very good at using it. But with all the messages I was getting, and my husband’s assurance that it really better than Windows 8, I took the plunge and updated to Windows 10.  

There is something especially good about playing tennis with my son Josh, aside from the fact that it is just plain fun.  And that is that he remembers the score.  

You can now be married by the power of quantum physics....in Las Vegas of course. I found the following story in Fast Company.   "Marriage is such an incredibly fraught topic," says Jonathon Keats, the experimental philosopher behind the project. "So much is invested in it. So much of what people want out of life is put into this legal contract. It seems to me like we really need to investigate other possibilities … in order to think about whether there are other ways we can connect."  

I am at the field over an hour early (so I won't be late) and I am alone with my nervous anxiety and demons. I have already stretched and I am waiting.  Am I at the right field?  Why is no one else here?Will I be able to perform up to my expectations?  Will I be able to control my pitches and hit with authority?  Will I manage the game well?  Will we win or will I fail?

I've heard the expression that "getting there is half the fun". Although I anticipated writing this blog from Asheville, North Carolina, I never thought that I'd be writing about getting --or almost not -- getting here. We booked our trip some time ago. Fly to Charlotte and a scenic two-hour drive to Asheville. The Forces had other ideas.