Another Saturday night and…
The days are flying by - and I need to spend my time more intentionally. More focus.
And so I found myself crossing the mighty Tuckahoe (Creek).
I mean, Ruby REALLY loves Preston. And he loves her Tuesday walks with him.
Easton alley walk.
A moment from last night’s Apple TV series Your Friends and Neighbors has stuck with me. After Jon Hamm’s character’s father dies, he ends up at a bowling alley with a woman he learns was his father’s mistress.
He asks her: “You think he was happy?” She answers: “I think he found things to be happy about.”
A lovely reframing. And good advice too.
I’m getting concerned about my wife’s addiction to wooden puzzles.
The sold out crowd has started to filter in. The Robert Cray Band takes the stage in 30 minutes.
Living and dying (mainly dying these days) with the Orioles every night. It’s going to be a long summer.
Ruby collapses in a deep sleep, exhausted from hours of working on a wooden jigsaw puzzle.
It seems as though spring has finally arrived. (Hopefully no more frost warnings!)
Some days, you just feel under it. Nothing really wrong - in fact, lots of good things happening - but the undertow is there. Looking forward to tomorrow (for no particular reason).
Cold, but lovely spring walk.
We’ve got springtime sunsets, but late-stage winter temperatures.
One year ago, Caroline and Julien had a most magical wedding weekend in St. Michaels. Last night, we helped them celebrate their one-year anniversary with an amazing dinner at Bas Rouge. Looking forward to helping this perfectly matched pair celebrate many more anniversaries to come.
A little mid-week pickleball (the orthopedist’s dream sport!)
Wanna play?
Attended a community “Conversations on Race” program and I was equally impressed by the earnest attempt by many of white neighbors to address their “power and privilege” and appalled by their inability to recognize their implicit biases while doing so.
Some Sundays you just feel under it.
Old friends here for an overnight visit - lots of stories, laughter, and summing up. Old friends are the best friends.