Since I abandoned the wife for half of our weekend nights on
Friday night I felt the need to recover some lost ground. She was supportive of my Red Sox night out
with the boys but it did seem a little unfair to just spend the other weekend night
at home. Our footloose daughter was out
with the MEF bachelorette extravaganza where she apparently beat a nautical
dance floor into submission. I’m sure there’ll
be some stories from that adventure. She
comes by her dancing genes honestly and not from her Anglo-Saxon side.
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| Daughter and MEF Last Night With the Ship Borne Posse |
The genetic donor I am married to therefor was a little
overjoyed (euphoric would be a more accurate description) when I told her I was
taking her out dancing last night. This
followed a truly exciting day at home where we shopped for shoes on amazon (I’m
sure you accurately guessed who the shoes were for) and weeded gardens all day
while Buddy provided squirrel overwatch.
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| Maxwell's Last Night |
Maxwell Silverman’s performed his task admirably by
providing an excellent atmosphere where a middle aged couple could bust a few
dance moves without the usual youthful scorn.
One of the downsides to the keto diet (besides missing cupcakes) is the
occasional muscle cramp. Friday night I
woke out of a dead sleep when my lower leg seized up and refused to
cooperate. I was a little leery about
the dancing I committed to but sufficient aquatic intake sufficed to keep me in
the same time zone as the dancing queen wife. A truly fun night, she’s a great date,
especially when dancing is involved.
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| R.I.P. |
Some sad news out of Hollywood where one of my childhood
idols, James Garner, passed away. While
the current generation remembers him as the older version in the Nicolas Sparks
weep-a-thon, The Notebook, I will always remember him like this (see photo). A true leading man who seemed like a regular
guy despite all his success, he was also a combat decorated veteran. Sleep well Mr. Rockford, you’ve earned it and
thanks for all the smirks.
Today also marks the 45th anniversary of the first
moon landings. It was one of those where
were you then moments. I clearly remember
being in the darkened upstairs of a vacation lake cottage with my favorite cousin
when our aunt called us down to hear the news on radio. Yes, the news also used to come via radio; I just
can’t believe it was that long ago.
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