I assess my cleaning efforts around and inside my house. Those carefully manicured white lines of the Wimbledon Courts make me bleach my floors and clean my kitchen counters better. It really doesn't work as well as I'd like. I always come out on the wrong side of clean, in my house; as long as 8 grown people trample my efforts and give me substandard work.
I got a chance to view the beautiful game of tennis that was played between Federer and Willis, yesterday and I didn't care about the lines. They really didn't play the game very close to the lines, as I saw it. Willis played in the greatest variety that I have seen in a long time. I missed, the dearly departed Bud Collins to navigate us through the variety of strokes that this young fellow had in his arsenal. Nothing is very effective against a wall like Federer, but for his first time on center court, he did very well and for one brief and failing moment it looked like he might have gotten a set from the old "geezer". I am always on Federer's side, but the beauty of two men swashbuckling and no blood spilt is my great delight. The victor trampled his opponent and went on, with hardly a bead of sweat. The rest of us were on our feet drenched for our part in the struggle. We are not in such great shape and my spring cleaning is in worse shape than that!
By the way, We got a super-duper rainbow, after the downpour!photos to follow