Domestic Adventures

Domestic adventures... after spending 14 months "walking the earth", as they say in Pulp Fiction, we are bona fide citizens of Bisbee, Arizona. Some have queried our decision-making process, but we have a quiet and comfortable life here - cool mornings and evenings on the front porch, enjoying the garden and the little black neighbor cat who always comes by for head scratching, purring... cooking my way through my friend Barbara Fenzl's "Southwest The Beautiful" cookbook, in my sweet new kitchen - I've always wanted an herb window! Reading and watching the French Open, me luxuriating on my beloved purple couch and Dick, of course, in his leather recliner.

Best of all is tennis at public courts in the Vista, the local park a block from our house. Tennis has enriched our lives by keeping our elderly bodies on the run, but even more importantly it has been a common denominator that we've been able to use time and time again, on almost every continent, to forge new friendships, to challenge our concept of ourselves, to teach us about gritting it out through difficult situations. We recently lost a dear friend who was an early tennis mentor, which made me stop to think about the magnificent gift she gave me when she encouraged me to play. Thanks, Brenda - wish you could visit us in our new town and see how tennis, once again, has made us feel at home.