Hauling the badminton net out of the tattered box and straightening its tangled mess annually is the bane of my existence. Only equalled by hunting for a matching pair of gloves or ski pants that still fit from the gear box in our garage in the mad dash to get out the door early for a ski trip. But this is a sign that summer is here! And we’re going to play - not just work.
I need to make a run to the store for birdies though. These are all that are left. The rest went into the bushes or the dog ran off with them some time last summer.