So today was so beautiful, we decided to drive to Cannon Beach to play on one of their two city park courts. Amazing. It was a '10' at the coast, that's for sure. And the court was wonderful, with the best wall for hitting I've ever used. It was completely enclosed on three sides, two of them lined with trees, shrubs and roses, the third the hitting wall, and the other side fenced but offering an unobscured view of the park itself.
When Charlie gets the new camera software installed, we can start downloading the photos we've been taking, including the ones of the new kitty.
And on the home front, Colin is still sick but getting used to the house. Scarlett is still spitting at him and refusing to allow him to get close (although he's been close enough to give her his bug, naturally). I can't believe I've now spent a week of my vacation giving the baby medicine every 12 hours. If it hadn't been for that, we probably would have stayed at the beach overnight.
Colin's such a good natured little fella. I love him already.
And on the NYC tennis front, Nadal went out in four sets today. Unbelievable. Roddick, on the other hand, powered to a straight-set win over Hewitt. And then he was delightfully snarky in the post-match (on court) interview. So, maybe we'll get a Federer-Roddick final, which would be fun.
One truly unhappy note: I talked to Marcia today and she told me Wayne was now being hospiced at home. I've been meaning to call him all week, and we tried to reach his wife to go and see him today, but we got no answer. I can't imagine the festival without Wayne, a unique, dedicated volunteer I've known for around 20 years who has become a real friend. I can't imagine the world without him. It's just so hard to accept . . .