I had a great day yesterday, and I feel good. Listened to live music. Got lots of positive vibes. Had the birthday song sung to me, twice.

It’s my birthday. Seventy-five. Three quarters of a century. I’ve seen a lot of history. Don Larsen threw a perfect game. Mays robbed Wertz. The Marines escaped Chosin.

There is probably of law of physics that speaks to the acceleration of a six year old boy as it relates to his physical proximity to the adult male charged with looking out for him.

This is nice. Children are in the house. Pallets are on the floor. Sleepers are all around.

Yesterday evening, as my day was winding down, I thought briefly about calling a friend. But I realized the hour was late and the call could wait.

I am suffering the torture of Sisyphus. My boulder is a love of technology combined with just enough brain power to get it to work.

I spent most of the morning yesterday, in the battle with Khaki weed, on my knees, digging. I think we’re at the end game.

There is nothing like having a friend tell you about music that makes their heart beat faster, then discovering after you listen to it, that it makes your heart beat faster, too. It’s a little Velcro hook of a moment that helps hold a relationship fast.

Went to listen to music last night, with friends. Had a couple of beers. Had a random thought.

Somehow, I’ve lost my morning slippers, which seems a hard thing to do considering the size of my house (small) and the size of the slippers (large, they’re Crocs). But let’s pause right there.

Pro tip. When your big riding mower has trouble starting, check all the electrical connections.

The temperature is rising. A man can work up a nice sweat working in the yard. That’s what I did yesterday, worked up a sweat.

I had something to say, yesterday. Now I can’t remember what it was. Dang.

Went to hear live music last night. Met a new friend. Sat with old friends. Got a hug from a pretty girl. Drank a beer, or two. The doors of perception cracked open.

I have to confess. Sometimes, this feels so vain. Constantly talking about everything I see and do.

I did it. Got my summer ‘do. Cut my hair. No one from CSNY cares. It was time. I was tired of it getting in my face in my food in my way.

What a day. I trimmed. I mowed. I cleaned. My gosh a veritable whirlwind of activity. I even cleaned the hard-to-reach places where I know no one will look.

It rained again last night, or maybe early this morning. Anyway, right now the sun is out, and as I stood in the drive admiring the cool air, a breeze blew through. It ruffled the thick foliage of the crape myrtle and lacy oaks, and as it did, little rain showers descended from each of the trees, backlit by the morning sun.

Tuesday mornings. Make coffee, feed the cats, take out the trash. Sometimes its garbage. Today it was trash.

Hooray for the Gulf of Mexico. Thanks for all the water. Got a good bit yesterday. My gauges are at an inch and a half since Saturday morning. It looks thought we’re in for another dosing today.