Welcome backhandgrip. My one month attempting tennis resulted in all my balls being lost (OK, I hear the snickering in the background. Ladies! STOP IT!!) because I hit most of them over the fence, into the other tennis courts, people's gardens, and the duck pond. Neither the other players, the neighbors, nor the ducks were terribly happy with my new sport. I think that was one of my macho stages, when I was big on banging things but low on finesse. (S-T-O-P I-T!!!)

Now I'm engaged in the less damaging pursuits of jewelry making and poetry/essay writing.
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My handcrafted jewelry:
limited edition designs
more jewelry, plus bead supplies

Poet and essayist