Home, Wimbledon, etc.
The last two weeks have been moderately good; one of the prime incentives of being at home has been following Wimbledon with religious sincerity, though this has been the most frustrating edition with the wretched English summer. Until today just a single day of play has remained untouched by the ever uninvited rains, and that was last Monday! But none of that can take any credit away from the level of play being witnessed at the grass courts of All England Club. Federer has been regal, hardly breaking any sweat yet, Nadal, as always, has been chasing down everything thrown at him and returning with interest! But the most champion-like display at this year’s edition has been Justine Henin’s, the sheer ease with which she has routed her opponents can only be witnessed to be believed, of course there was that match with Serena Williams to be taken care of, but then when that one handed backhand thundered down past her in the first set, Serena knew what she was up against. Having said that, I feverishly hope she doesn’t have to face Venus on the 7th!Will be meeting a really old friend tomorrow; that should take care of the evening. What else? Yes, am through with C&P, and am relieved, the last few pages kept reminding me of Bresson’s Pickpocket, the undertones of moral redemption through love; something which is sure to revolt a considerable chunk of underground men, but then, that’s how it is.There are still twenty more days to be taken care of, but they will fall into place, as does everything. Adieu, adieu, adieu.
posted by thelostcause @ 2:10 PM
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