About Nothing

I don't have anything to write about today. I wonder if I can write about nothing? Didn't Jerry Seinfeld have a television show about nothing? That's what I have read.

I played tennis doubles this morning, and was achy and sore before that, so now I am doubly achy and sore. I especially notice how bad my knees are! There were many good rallies and close games. I still cannot keep up with the score or how many games each team has won, or who won the set. One particular pairing does seem to result in a winning set each time. There are three different pairings on any given day. At least one member of the group will be away for the next three weeks, so we will either have a sub or play with three people rotating.

My car is especially dirty and I guess I'm going to have to wash it tomorrow. I don't think leaving it outside of the garage and hoping for rain is going to be adequate.

Last night was the Thursday night dinner and program at church. Ordinarily we have enjoyed those. That was the second of three programs on volcanoes. An older woman has been on many exotic trips to visit volcano sites. I hear she has also been to the South Pole three times, which is amazing. For half an hour last night, we watched a DVD of lava flowing. It was awesome, fascinating, colorful. There seemed to be endless lava flowing. And lava flows slowly. (The guy across the table was playing with his blackberry.)

The snow is melting rapidly, which pleases me, but disappoints Gerry. I'm sure winter is not over yet, though the temperatures look pretty warm for March.

And so on today's blog, I have written about nothing in particular.

When I am topic-less, maybe I should just try free flow writing, like lava, that just slowly moves along, going nowhere.