We had a gentlish Christmas here, with good friends, a smaller-than-usual Boxing Day party (bad weather), and, of course, H, A, and sweet B. No other gifts necessary. Tonight, we plan another quiet holiday evening with an old friend, and … Continue reading
I love this photo, stolen from H and A’s blog, of sweet B playing UNO with her father. She learned the game from a favorite set of so-called grown-ups over Thanksgiving, with much hilarity from all concerned, and has become … Continue reading
We always get our Christmas tree late. When H was a little girl, we cut it (or bought it if we were feeling lazy) and put it up on Christmas Eve Day. H would always feel sorry for the scruffy … Continue reading
Jacob Ruppert was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame the other day. He was the owner of the New York Yankees who brought Babe Ruth to the team (Ruth called him “Colonel”), built Yankee Stadium, and established the Yankee … Continue reading
So, it’s getting cold again. But not really. It’s funny how cold 30-ish feels when regular frosts hit in the fall. It’s actually late this year. But here I am, bedowned, bebuffed, bemuffed, and, I must say, impressively bebrowed, before … Continue reading
The blog rested this past summer and through the warm fall, dozing gently in the rocking chair on the resort’s veranda, cooled by soft zephyrs off the lake, sipping healthful drafts offered by the aged but solicitous staff, and lazily … Continue reading
Sweet B looking springy in Woodbury. So wonderful to have her here. (But we’re missing her mommy and daddy.) Haircut tomorrow! … Continue reading
I’ve been listening to Anthony Gottlieb’s The Dream of Reason as I walk (Paul’s away cosmopolizing again) and clank away on my !@#$% TotalGym. It’s a history of philosophy, and yesterday I got to Zeno, who remains famous for his … Continue reading
Beautiful weather in Concord this weekend, and sweet B took advantage of it to emulate her parents, participating in her own triathlon. She swam (you’ll have to use your imaginations here): She biked: And she ran: We cheered and clapped, … Continue reading
Slow progress on the job discussed here. Still not looking great, but it’s much better, and coming along. One more year, and it will look like this: … Continue reading