Morning all:

Shang has a new lease on life—one that he loves. Translating his dog years into a human format places him in his forties. This means that walks are great but the naps that follow are even better. The weather has gotten dramatically cooler and breezier, something I love and something he loves even more. This means that at night the bedroom windows are open and the 45 degree air blows around. I have noticed that the cats are no-where to be found and Shang, rather than laying around downstairs, now flops down right under the open window.

It’s not quite dawn and just time for a quick coffee and then the rest of the pot is going into the thermos, some cereal and a banana and the race is on—literally. Today is the first day of the racing season. The horn will sound at one-thirty so that means that Pat and I will be on the water by nine to get a shakedown cruise under our belt. The goal will be to work in some hard tacks, and get a feel for this week’s course. My assignment is to man and trim the Genoa (front sail) which is the primary sail for providing the driving force and control the heel of the boat. Weather you ask? Rain and a high of 55º – I have my fingers crossed for some decent air.

Our little neighborhood is a bit of a construction zone. Repaving the street is done, all except for a finishing layer. Currently much of the curbing is being replaced. Each corner is being fitted with an extra-wide proper handicapped curb access. Inserted on the sloping part at each corner is a 3 foot by 2 foot red ‘tile’ that has small friction bumps all over. I am not complaining mind you, but I would like to find out what the city’s definition of ‘overkill’ is. Anyway, a tip of my hat to whoever sold the million or so red tiles being installed throughout the city, I am jealous. Did I hear you say that property taxes must be going up next year?

Word filtered back to, the presently living under the palm trees, Marcia about my meal preparation efforts in her absence. Specifically that earlier this week I fixed Salmon, mushrooms, fried rice, and beets-sorbet. What she did not quite grasp is something that highly paid chefs do all the time; they make lemonade out of lemons. Oh, the meal was really very nice. The one problem was that the beets were still cold in the middle: now for the lemonade part, all it required was a simple name change, and I like sorbet.

Playing bachelor these weeks has me out and about a bit more. Last Saturday it was lending a hand refurbishing Bellevue Park. Lots of people and lots of fun, but none working harder than young Marin. Sunday morning I scooted over to Hyde Park to watch some of the 11,000 runners participating in the annual Flying Pig marathon. Lots of people, music, and definitely a ‘thundering herd’ when the first large pack came cruising by.

Tomorrow it’s Mother’s Day and for empty nesters it is a different event than when the kids were still in the house. Bill Cosby once said “human beings are the only creatures on earth that allow their children to come back home.” Just to make sure that that would not happen Marcia headed off for Florida to spend Mother’s Day (and quite a few more) with Kirstin and the family. Sooo, I guess that at this end I can give some thought to one of George Burns’ pearls of wisdom: “happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.” I wish a special day filled with memories to all the ladies in the family, I am thinking about you all, and a special happy Mothers Day Marcia!

Make it a great week everyone and may each day be very special.
Cheers,
Dirk

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