Ever since my crazy work schedules have been going on, I havn’t been able to attend social Sunday table tennis at my local club group. Which is a shame really, because I really sort of wanted to.
It’s costing an arm and a leg to play really, at $10 per visit, and part of that is what makes me hesitant to go at times. Also, the fact that we play in a large shed which gets boiling hot is not really something I relish at the thought of. So, I sort of have been reluctant to go at times.
But, not having gone two times I have tried to go and play, I havn’t been able to.
1st time: I had the Sunday off, and having not played for about 7 weeks or so, I decide to pop around to the steaming hot shed we play ping pong. What do I see? Construction workers, and the sound of loud hammering and drilling. The table tennis staff member greets me, and tells me that people probably aren’t going to come because of the work. He gives me the option of waiting for a half hour to see if anyone else would be coming. I thank him, and leave – as if I’d play in a dusty saw dust environment.
2nd time (today): It’s been about 2 weeks since the last time I tried, and I’m keen to play today. I made lunch extra early so that I can go and play. I phone up the place – a competition is happening, but I’m welcome to attend to watch. I thank the man, but decline the offer.
So there you have it. I can’t play table tennis anymore. I’ll spend today studying mandarin, and taking a nap.
Seeing Through The Illusion Called Life 