I’m going to play racquetball this morning, and I just realized I’m down to one ball. Last time I played, the ball split in half. Now I’m quite sure this is not attributed to my incredible upper body strength, but because I left the ball in the excessive heat inside my car. These little rubber balls only last a few months at best when you play frequently. So. Racquetballs are not groceries, nor are they toiletries. I can’t buy any, and the chances of finding any at a thrift store is slim to none. I cannot expect my racquetball partner to buy them just because I won’t. But I did come up with a solution. When my last ball ends up dying the same death as the previous one, the rec center lends racquets and balls, so I will use theirs. The availability of those to be borrowed are included in my monthly gym fees.
Again, not really much else to report on the shopping front. Right now, I’m not missing it, although at some point I’m sure I will.
Also, a quick update on the recycling program. [day 14] I have received some emails about that being unethical and it has stirred up some controversy. I am planning a personal field trip to the Frisco recycling center. If indeed my plan is not right, I will modify it. If you have thoughts on any of my ideas, tactics or implemented plans, good or bad, feel free to comment on my blog. The people that sent the emails have good points and I do take them into consideration. More later, off to play racquetball. 🙂