Horrray, I played tennis today!!! 2 sets, 2 wins in the afternoon. Hugh and I out played Simon/Sandy then Lou/Sandy. How’s my right arm doing? Did nothing and in pain throughout. Hugh did all the serve – was that painful. I can’t even hit a single forehand. I started doing what Seles did, double handed fore and back hand. I still have a one more match to go tonight. And one on Friday. Mark called me up, said, “how’s your arm? Still in pain? 不会吧? I can’t play this Friday, can you go? ..” As I was considering, he said, “your arm is fine, pls go ..” Simon did the same, called me this afternoon, greeted my arm too, then said, “can you play?” as I was seriously hesitating, “没事了 come play ..” For the combination of ..
1. I can’t resist the callings any more,
2. not playing also hurts, and
3. eager to try my dreamed-up double handed forehand .. so I relent, willingly. My hideous new form of forehand was so ugly to a degree that became entertaining, made them laugh so hard, they almost felt off the bench or fall to the ground. The second part of this couplet is 身不由己 – involuntarily, go figure.
