have never seen such a fabulous tennis match as today's mens final at Wimbledon. i know, i know, the grammar police would say "John McEnroe and I" but what the heck.
Nadal vs. Federer. 5 sets. 6-4, 6-4, 7-5, 7-5, 9-7. Oh yes, Nadal won. his first. when asked after the awards ceremony if he felt he was the number one player, he said, Roger has won 5 in a row, I just won one. They were both so gracious, acknowledging the skill and tenacity of the other. the way tennis and athletics generally should be. two stoppages for rain. the longest final match ever played. almost delayed again on account of darkness. "epic" was the way it was just described by the announcer for the track and field Olympic trials. John McEnroe was speechless (almost) and that takes a lot! it was really wonderful, and Audrey and I spoke several times, with great excitement, during the match. it was especially poignant because we went to Wimbledon in October on our trip to London. Linda was too weak at that time to do the walking tour, but she got the full treatment at the museum, which is excellent, while Aud, David, Julia and I hiked around. Center court was closed for renovation in preparation for today so we got to see the media center which is not normally on the tour.
thing i don't need to do: look at what's on sale at Target for Linda.
thing i need to find: cable for my camera to connect it to my laptop.
small reminders of Linda all around: my luggage tags, the lights with dimmer switches, the light-up wall switches, all the small containers/bags/pouches/wallets filled with plugs, lights, cords, rechargers, and so much more.
thanks to Elinor, i was away Fri/Sat and home today. how nice to have the time and attention to put away laundry, change sheets, sweep floors, and maybe even vacuum while it is still daylight. all this after walking and going to the local farmers market with Christine. and of course Ketzl appreciated the leisurely pace. i brought home a couple of new toys/scratchers for him, to help him pass the time during the day and get his stretches out.
had a nice chat with David today, while wimbledon was on. he found a mug with the words "queen of fucking everything" which made him think of Linda...it was her motto and i have it on a magnet on the fridge that came from Akron.
i'll say it again: i'm tired of coming home to a quiet, empty house.
still tired. already tired. get used to it.
