A Museum

I was up early for tennis. Adam was off to Chicago again early and won't be back until Sunday night. We played at eight a.m. while the clouds were still with us. The geezer tennis players had a substitute today, because Curt was off on a quest. The new guy is 68 and thus I fell to third eldest on the court. The adjoining court was used by women's doubles - women well known to us from Lilydale. I wouldn't have been in the older half of that foursome either. The tennis on both courts was pretty good and we passed about two hours playing three sets and I finished a little used up and without any water left. I don't remember the scores. I did remember to have a nap this afternoon.

It's a beautiful evening, too. I managed to get the long grass mowed back to a socially acceptable level - even the yarrow - and spent some time lounging on the patio. The tomatoes are still bearing fruit and there will be more zukes. The rain of the last week was a huge problem for southern Minnesota, but turned a lot of the brown spots in St Paul a lovely deep green.

This photo is from my ride on West River Road in Minneapolis. It's an Art Museum. One that I would like to visit one day to check out its collection of Georgia O'Keefe paintings. I only know about Georgia O'Keefe because KS wrote a paper about her while in high school. O'Keefe was born in Wisconsin and is famous for big bold images of flowers. The museum is the Weisman Museum on the campus of the University of Minnesota and is known for its avant garde architecture. The photo illustrates that pretty well.


The Minnesota State Fair is in its third day and all the news creatures from our local TV stations are telecasting from the fairgrounds. Most of the news centers around the new kinds of food on a stick at the fair. There is even a place that sells hot dogs with peanut butter and mustardo. Yum.

There is rumor of a visit from a wise woman from the east. Someone with an assumed Italian moniker.