P showed me his mad skills for skipping stones at the reservoir. Since I can’t throw anything well (except for a hissy fit), I was sincerely impressed.
It’s a squiggle.
Had a late night drinking time with a friend of ours who lives alone in some amazing condo. He lives just about 3 minutes walk from us. The place is already amazing but he is making all sorts of further improvements to make it even more incredible. Clearly he has money (it is hard-earned money with great intentions).
There is an arboretum about 30 minutes drive from where we live. We visited this beautiful place for the first time about two weeks ago. I have lived in this area for about 20 years, and have known about it for so long, but for some reason, never got a chance to visit.
I got home a lot earlier than normal work days. The extra time I have before the sunset is normally used to walk the pup in a nicer park than where we go otherwise.
While we had some margaritas and tacos at a brightly lit and colored restaurant, this guy on wheelchair sat, looking down, spaced out, at this corner, the entire time.
Those used to be villainized in Japan, because they were destroying the Japanese cherry farmers. I remember feeling loyal to the smaller, yellow-ish, less sweet (but tasty nevertheless) Japanese cherries, but not being able to help loving the big, red, and sweet (and much cheaper) American cherries. I kept it quiet though, at home, since my parents were very vocal about protecting Japanese farmers from free international trades.
I’ve always had a bar set up at home ever since I moved into my own apartment in 2003. And I’ve always had books next to it. One book on wine, one book on Spirits, and one book on cheese. Recently, I added the Beer. Now I just have to find the time to read those books finally.
There is a word “Yajiuma” in Japanese. This refers to the “Onlookers” who are drive solely by curiosity and not by any direct associations with what they are looking at.
I used to have a cat. He came from a pet store, and had a red ribbon around his neck that day because he was a present. I had never had a pet before, and I worried about everything he did and didn’t do. He was so small, so fuzzy, and so adorable. I wanted him to grow up to be strong, so I named him Tiger.
P may not like that I am using this image, but this is really what today was all about. Getting home from NH, and calling his doctor…