There she is ...

Maybe McEnroe is right: Tennis players should go back to using wooden racquets.

By the way: Wimbledon starts Monday. Which means that 5 years ago today, I was somewhere in London. Sleeping, no doubt, at this exact moment.

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This is how a car window looks, from the inside, on a warm day after it has (apparently) been hit by a rock while someone was not-so-carefully mowing the lawn next to where the car was parked:



A few second after I took this picture, I softly closed the car door, and the glass all went tinkling (heh) down, inside the car and on the pavement and grass outside. The pieces of glass have sharp edges but are not too dangerous; however, I managed to cut my thumb and parts of my left calf (!!?) on some of the slivers.

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I am a fan of maple leafs. Which, of course, should be maple leaves, but ... since Toronto uses that word, I shall, too.



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In unrelated news: I cannot find a comfortable chair to put with the desk in my newly redecorated spare bedroom/studio ANYWHERE. I was seriously considering a bean bag chair but could not find one tall enough.

Oh, and I did some gardening today. Repotted 2 plants. Hope they survive the move!