Another Sunday and once again I took Gert to Adams-Ricci. Last Sunday they had the festival so we substituted the high school – Adams- Ricci is much better. We always park near the north tennis courts simply because it’s one of the first lots we come to and usually it’s fairly empty. Not this morning. There were already six other cars parked in a little lot which holds twelve. And there were people playing tennis! I thought this is so odd; usually there are two men playing and no one else. And then I remembered Wimbledon. None of these people would be out here if they hadn’t seen a clip or two on TV. This was even more obvious watching them play (Gert and I did stand and watch with wry amusement) and by listening to the things they were saying: all of it faux expertise gleaned from some sportscaster. Will they stick with it? Probably not, their rackets will be put away until the next big tennis match and even they might just be thought about rather then used. The Tour de France begins this week and I know, without a doubt, I will see at least one, maybe two fools riding around Harrisburg wearing Yellow Jerseys, once the tour is over they will put the jersey away until next year. I ride bike and I can honestly say I don’t think I will ever wear a yellow jersey out on the road; I can’t wear something I didn’t earn.
I stopped off at K-mart and yesterday and bought Gert a pool. It’s little, only 45 inches wide. She was splashing around in it last evening, but mostly she was using it as big water dish. This afternoon she was splashing around, chasing the end of the hose.
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