Daily Notes- June 21st- Hot, Humid and Sunny Ick. Ick. Ick.

 From a greeting card which was on top of the dresser in the guest room.  I saw it when I switched on the AC unit.  The red plums.  I used to be able to paint like this.  It seems so LONG AGO.

I did buy more red plums.  I eat three each day.  In the late afternoon. When my eyes are exhausted from reading.  

Tennis provided a resting hour or two.  But British tennis is on grass and I can't see where the ball lands.  So why bother?  And so many tennis men are 8 feet tall and thin- so thin.  And young.  12 years old it seems.  So...not all that interested in just looking at them serve.  I would give anything for the French clay courts.

I read the Hating Game for a second time.  Knowing what is actually going on- after reading it the first time- it was way more intriguing the second time.  This author has another book- so I will go looking on line to see if I can find it somewhere in Maine.  I have to grab a fresh book from the pile and stop re-reading books.  The pile of books is teetering.

Well, I have already watered the Peach trees and all the annual containers.  Re-filled the water bottles I set next to each of the containers in case they need emergency water.  It's touch and go in hot weather when container plants need water.  Miss it by too long and you have very dead container plants for the rest of the Summer.

My linen capri pants are pale, pale green today.  New to me (found while digging in the closet).  My shirt is white linen and balloons around me- too large.  But in 80 plus degrees too large is quite pleasant.  Like a tent.  I have a full basket of laundry and many things to write into the Washing Machine Pages.  Many thoughts.  Many feelings.  Many tears, I fear.  Have a good day faithful Readers.  

You mean the World to me.