Tomorrow’s the annual marking of the completion of the gestation
cycle which produced moi. I’ll be entering
my sixtieth year of life with my 59th birthday and I will refuse to
act my age. As long as I can keep it up
I going to combine several of my favorite activities, hanging out with my “kids”
and friends, visiting my home town and drinking beer while executing a well-planned
pub crawl. The best birthday gift
possible will arrive tonight when we pick up my daughter and wing man in
Connecticut and my son arrives home. I
think some pizza, beer, cake and ice cream will be involved. Needless to say this will mark the start of a
two day keto vacation.
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| Front Yard This Morning |
Nature provided its own little gift over night as I awoke to
the first snowfall of the season.
Everything was coated in the white stuff and I half expected Aslan to
come bounding across the lawn. It was
just Buddy though who absolutely loves snow bounding. My wife knew I was doing some bit chomping to
deploy my snow blower and forbid me from waking the neighbors for the barely
two inches which were rapidly dissipating with the rising sun. The drive into work was almost magical – like
driving through some mad confectionary. It was one of those drives which brings home the importance of taking the time to notice how blessed we are with life. The
snow and enchantment ended, some would say appropriately, as I descended into Worcester.
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| Back Yard |
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| At First Light |
Another Travis McGee novel fell victim to my insatiable need
to read John D. McDonald. The Girl in
the Plain Brown Wrapper is quintessential McGee. He’s summoned as part of a dying lover’s last
wish to rescue her daughter. McGee arrives
in sleepy Florida town and soon attracts the attention of the resident bad guys
(developers of course). McGee’s penchant
for tragic woman holds true as he wades into the thinly disguised cesspool
aided by a good cop with really bad breath.
A passage from McGee cogitating after an unpleasant night’s
sleep: “That is the blessing of morning
routines – soap, brush, towel, lather, paste, razor. Each morning you wake up a slightly different
person. No significantly. But the dreams and the sleep time rearrange
the patterns inside your head. So what
you see in the mirror is almost all you, and three percent stranger. It takes the comfort of routine to fit
yourself back into total familiarity.”
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