Yes.
1. Double eastern forehand grip for groundstrokes And at the net and for overheads excluding the serve. Continental for the serve. Close to what Connors did. But I think he was halfway between continental and eastern forehand. Definitely not the usual continental grip from that era. Hard to believe he was hitting his serve with an eastern forehand grip though.
2. Cup the ball in your palm on the ball toss. Release it from your palm. Avoid finger involvement. Avoid thumb touching it and index finger touching it at all. Lower part of pinky, ring and middle finger can hold it a bit but twist wrist as you bring it up.
3. Hit the serve with your wrist. Hitting it with your arm puts backspin on it and it's far less likely to go in. Wrist snap at contact.
4. On drives follow through upward like Connors even though hitting pretty flat.
5. On two hand backhand slice ball needs to be behind you a bit.
6. Use the two handed groundstrokes more to your advantage on ROS and stand in very close.
7. Do something about terrible footwork! Maybe hopping on one leg will improve it. Maybe not.

B gave me her notebooks. They confirm that she's just flat out wonderful if I had any doubt. We get together like two or three times a week. Including occasionally eating lunch at work. Doing stuff in the evenings with J and Hawthy. She doesn't mind Hawthy at all and likes him. She came to see me just about everyday when I was recovering from heart surgery. It has been a really nice year having her in our life. I would do a lot for her. From simple ethics of course. But, well, and more so.

I wish for happiness for her. I think I make her happy. But I hope she can find a good single guy soon.

Feel the best I've felt in a long time thanks to adding in 1 minute intervals.

Pick out the one person who manages to get fired from a job basically cleaning toilets and pushing beds around at a hospital. A person who has a serious problem in incorrectly assuming ugly things of people. A person who has made it to their 30's without ever having a serious significant other. A person who other than feeling sorry for them, for being so messed up, you like because they're "honest". How do you know they're "honest"? Because they are constantly saying ugly things. Of course all kinds of people could be just as honest or more so who aren't constantly thinking/saying ugly things.... Unfortunately it's a bit harder to tell.

A person who is highly jealous. Who refuses to speak by phone and keeps assuming ugly things by text. You hang out with this person's sister who is so depressed they've stopped going to work and their still too busy just being jealous.

And finally, clearly not honest. Your wife has a baby and they suddenly never ask you to do anything again going on 7 months and they don't admit anything is wrong, say they still want to be friends.

Better people to spend one's time with (just about anyone really): This person's sister. Who has virtually no friends strangely enough, while the bitch has tons. The sister probably lacks confidence to go after people, for one thing. For another she tries to hard to please, perhaps.

The evening coordinator who talks negative about herself.

What about friggin men? Why aren't there any men to be friends with? I've met enough playing tennis. Somehow... it's almost like the puzzle pieces don't fit together.... lol. I had an attraction to the orderly who managed to get fired. Really love the way she looks. This unfortunately has played a role. Kidding myself to think otherwise. Singular looks. Definitely not a barbie doll. Never seen anyone who looks remotely like her. Though I never did anything inappropriate I'm afraid this plays a role.

And could with her sister.

But I'm being a bit hard on myself. Would like to be friends with the cello playing lady at work who is not attractive to me at all. I think she thinks it's inappropriate since I'm male.

Playing tennis isn't a basis for much of a friendship though. I just don't find sporty people very interesting usually. Not much for reading or any arts it seems. I strike up conversations with them all. But no one has shown me anything special. Some nice guys certainly. But not much basis to become friends really.

What is that thing that makes one take it that extra step? Really one has so little free time anyway. The spark of an attraction. Some arcane hobby in common. There is time for so few. It has to be something pretty unusual.

I'm sad I have so few friends. (Bordering on zero.) But if I had a few more I'd have more than I have time for.

It's incredibly important to have some friends. I may be losing S after all these years. I so much as suggest heel striking (when her achilles is injuried from non-heeling striking in vibrams) and she loses her shit saying I'm always pushing crap on her. No matter what I say she accuses me of something. I've barely mentioned the concept of veganism to her in 5 years, I'm married to a omnivore for 13, yet, supposedly I'm constantly trying to convert her. Etc.

Wanted to talk with her about these issues... and she couldn't be bothered. I got angry. Thought it basically meant she was done with me and it was a shitty way to go about being done with someone. She claims otherwise but now, "needs some time away from me." I wonder if she is done with me but just doesn't want to feel guilty about it. So it needs to be my fault, etc.

Must remember this is a lady in her early 30's, who I guess isn't gay, who's never had a serious boyfriend. One way or another she has some issues.

I love that she keeps it real (extremely honest). I crave this so badly. It's why I tried to befriend people long distance who refused to actually speak to me. I need realness. BUT, keeping it real leads to fights, usually.

I hope she'll get past this and we'll be friends all our lives. But I'm having my doubts. Should I ignore all my past experiences or try to learn from them? "Learning" from them means being a suspicious bastard I guess. Lately trying to unlearn what life has told me. Trying to remember S is very "quirky".

Depressed about rift with S. The depressing part is J keeps bringing it up at work, trying to "fix" it. I've certainly nothing against S or J. Truly fixing the rift would though I think mean really explaining something to at least S, possibly J along for the ride which is highly depressing. And I've ended up thinking about that.

Which is: what's the point of bothering?

That is bothering to have anything to do with anyone. The way our society is set-up, plus what's "acceptable" behavior for a married man, there's not really much point in me even trying to have friends. I'm very close to simply not allowed to be close enough to people in a meaningful way. And the meaningless really doesn't interest me. I'd rather just stay home.

It's more possible/acceptable for women to be meaningfully close to one another. They are literally evolved to be better verbally, to comprehend facial expressions better even. And then it's socially acceptable for them to talk about their feelings with one another. For men to do so with one another would be "gay". And for a married man to do so with some other women is considered adulterous.

Furthermore, the concept of community no longer exists in modern America. My neighbors might as well be living in China. It would literally make no difference to me whatsoever. And the people I work with might as well also all live in China. It wouldn't matter at all.

So short of finding people who really have the same deep musical and/or philosophical interests as me, there's just no point at all.

Now if I was single, then yes, I'd have to go find one person. But I'm not allowed to be close in any meaningful way to more than one person. So why waste time on the meaningless?

Should I try to explain all of this to S and/or J?

Nope. To talk of such things is also outside of the acceptable, in that it's something deep and meaningful and not fake positive. Whatever I do with these people has to stay meaningless and again, why bother?

It was thinking along such lines along with imagining what my life holds from now to death that got me in such a state that I caused a "rift" with S in the first place.

Why am I virtually the only one saying this sort of thing?

Some few men may manage to have meaningful friendships beyond their SO but most are afraid of how they'll be perceived if they admit this sort of thing. Afraid to be perceived as friendless/lonely or unconformed. Or not questioning enough to consciously see that something's wrong. Or to emotionally dulled to see a point in any other way.