"Let, First Service or Do Over!"If Wimbledon is about the whiteness of my lines {floor cleaning exercises}...

I love the Craze of Tennis in New York! I love the culture that has become the US Open over the years. What used to be the elitist closed culture of Forest Hills developed into the winsome inclusiveness of the Flushing Meadow. We, elitists didn't like it at first, that is for sure. How can these "uncultured athletes" ever become civilized Tennis players? Will they ever learn to shut up and watch the game? Now that I am so far away from the New York rabble rousing life, I see why that had to be the evolution of the sport. In America it is everyone's game. We are always leveling the playing field for inclusiveness, in New York.

While it certainly is anyone's game, when we go out onto the court, it is only the best man that will come home with the trophy and in New York that includes a concentration that will allow for the participation of the crowd in the match. Shut up, already! the New York mantra but too much quiet means that someone is not keeping the customer happy. So my kitchen floor is clean from enjoying the New York tennis culture that are my roots and I am learning lessons about what America is contributing to my favorite sport. Everyone plays. The players are showing out and we are all in there with and for them. It is the dance and mystery of the bumblebee whose wings look too small to allow him to fly. Everybody brings a little bit to the hive and when we leave the match everybody's fed with a little honey and no one knows where it came from. We really "should be dancing!"

Every movie is dumb, if Mr. Morton isn't the subject of the sentence!

Cary Grant had me mesmerized as he portrayed Mr. Morton as best he could. Limited by scripts and stories the personalities that were portrayed in an earlier and simpler time are wondrous to behold. They held their morals and primitive passions in two different hands and didn't juggle them, as we do today.

I am certainly not trying to portray a character in my home, like Cary Grant or Clifton Webb, or William Powell. I am a real mother with no script to be bound with. Movies can guide us some, but a dear relationship with a real person can flesh out more than any movie. Catch my vision, Jayne, my Mr. Morton said to me. I see him. Life is the only passion to guide you through the mazes of life. Question: is this person guiding toward or away from my life's vision and passion? Let it go.

I was surprised that a cadaver was in the early scene of the movie, I watched this weekend. The only Doctor that I ever see is my dearest one and first, Lang! His memory will ever lead to life and life-giving thoughts. So even if there is a cadaver is in the first scene, it means, Jayne, may this be as close to death as you ever come. Let all killing go to the germs. I heard that in his every interaction with me. I felt that in his cold stethoscope, freshly taken from the freezer to hear my heart and lungs. His love and care was like a confirmation into life-seeking. I do pray for a real person that you will meet who will give you a sense of purpose and challenge. If we are the body, Lang is the pointer finger. Any true truth, I hang in his closet, for the purpose of opening to put the puzzle together. Did Lang not say it? It is a maybe. If He said No, it goes in the garbage. He was just that clear.