Small Thoughts
Spring has officially started.
Unexpected trip to the emergency room with my stepfather who had fallen out of bed. His condition was serious enough to warrant medical attention - but not serious enough to move to the top of ER list. Many hours spent waiting, but grateful he is all right.
I had the very important responsibility for preparing the “Emperor’s Platter” for our Friday night dinner guests.
It’s one of my favorite weekends of the year… “a tradition unlike any other.” Looking forward to another nail-biting finish.
Spring is taking its time arriving, so for now it lives in impressionist art. Warmer days ahead.
I’m really grateful it’s another TACO Tuesday. It’s exhausting living in Trump’s America, and it’s debilitating watching the rest of the world suffer at the hands of the slim majority who voted for him. How much more of this can we take? How much more can the world take? 2029 can’t come soon enough.
It’s Master’s Week, which makes it officially spring in the Mid-Atlantic - and that means it’s time to play golf again. Today was cold and windy, but the sun was out and so was I.
The Wok-Master, working on Sunday night sausage, peppers, and onions.
My wife and daughter hosted a lovely wedding shower for my niece today. They worked so hard to produce a memorable event - and we got lucky with a beautiful, sunny afternoon the twenty guests to sit outside and enjoy the weather. So nice to have a few hours of family and pleasant distraction.
Years ago a friend advised me: Take care of yourself. Get a massage regularly. For years I ignored this advice. Eventually though, I bought in to the idea, and now it’s a non-negotiable part of my life. Every two weeks I get a deep tissue massage. There’s no going back now!
Seems like this is where we’re at.
April showers bring… street floods. Extreme weather, but I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.
Q12026 comes to an end - but more importantly, we’ve got baseball as a beautiful distraction.
Waxing Gibbous. The full moon approaches.
Another cold front moves through and I’m hoping this is the last night I have to wear my winter coat and wool hat when I walk Ruby after dinner. Oh, and I’d like to put the weighted blanket away until next year.
Signs of spring in the yard, signs of hope in the country as “No Kings III” tops 9 million protesters according to some estimates. What’s the saying? Hope springs eternal.
Breached the $4 barrier and can’t imagine it coming down anytime soon. Within weeks, we’ll feel the impact in almost everything else we buy. We have only just begin to see the damage this ill-conceived war will cause. Better buckle up for the next few years.
Terrific James McMurtry concert at the Avalon Theater last night. He has to be one of America’s most literate (and political) songwriters. A great show.
Friends Jerry and Kevin make the trip to the Eastern Shore for an overnight visit and a James McMurtry concert at the Avalon. Plus spring pops its head up - a good day!
Pieces of my life spread out before me.
