tennis? cattle herding?

I left the apartment Tuesday morning a little before noon to meet J down near his place of employment to play some lunch-time tennis. Have I mentioned that I want to start playing tennis? With a court across the street, I have no excuse not to. I used to play every summer at camp, but I never excelled beyond “average.” I’m thinking of taking a couple of lessons and getting J to take them with me. So I got my racket re-gripped and re-strung over the weekend and even bought my first tennis skirt. Sexy!

Back to my story: So I left my apartment around noon. J had typed up directions in extra-large font because I’d never driven to meet him at work and I’m not very comfortable on the interstate/highway/freeway yet. I would have have gotten there quickly and stress-free had not just 10 minutes beforehand a truck overturn on the interstate right where I needed to get on. There were cops, firetrucks, news trucks and helicopters everywhere, and no detour signs anywhere. I’m taking right turns, left turns, and have no idea where I’m heading. It’s times like this I really wish I had a navigation system.

But me getting lost is not the interesting part of the story. I eventually found my way. And when I got to where I was going, there was a TV broadcasting the local news and showing footage of the accident I witnessed. Turns out it was a cattle truck that overturned! The driver survived, but some of the cattle ran away — into my neighborhood! — and some were put down by the authorities because they were injured. I think that’s really sad. But the idea of farm animals running around the highway? Ok, I think that’s kind of funny.