There’s no crying in pickleball

My apologies to my readers who thought that yesterday’s post was about me. The phone app reblog function didn’t permit me an introduction. So today, I am reblogging a post from Mary, Ed’s wife. Having been in her shoes in the past, I must say she does a far more eloquent job of describing the situation than I could have done. For me the feelings of uselessness were the worst. You know the situation is bad when pickleball is source of solace.