I recently wrote about my cursed attempts at booking stays while traveling. I’d had a snafu with my most recent attempt, accidentally initially booking a cabin an hour away from where I was supposed to be, as it had the same name as a location in the town I was supposed to stay.
What a beautiful sunny day. But that wind. I was walking back to my car from lunch and a big gust of wind nearly bowled me over. It is kinda nice to have warmer temperatures, but does it have to come with stronger winds?
Most aphorisms are self-evident, such as “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” and the one about glass houses and throwing stones and the mice playing when the cat is away and “As you sow, so shall you harvest” and as I get older, the ones about living in the moment and seizing the day and not crying over spilt milk feel very profound.
When one tends to cover a lot of events for their job (me - I’m talking about the newspaper), it also gives one the opportunity to then attend such events.
Some people come at you with this gem. “I don’t mean to brag but…” What they’re really saying is, “Personally, I’d rather avoid celebrating me–philanthropist/all-around great guy/unsung hero–but circumstances make it untenable for me not to disclose the following information.”
Today we will consider words. Words are the building blocks of language. People use words for all kinds of reasons. People use words to convey ideas and emotions, to connect to other human beings, and to navigate, shape, and understand the world. It’s like I always meant to say: Words is good, man.
Well. I haven’t seen a mosquito in several months. There’s that to say about this weather. And that is nearly the only positive thought I can come up with.
I’m notoriously bad at booking hotel rooms, Air BNBs and all things related. It’s become rather like a running joke in my family at this point that no matter how hard I try to read reviews, etc, there is always something that I manage to mess up.
I got to spend last week in California, seeing people, doing things, from Irvine up to Sacramento, and people kept trying to get me to go with them to vineyards, though I no longer imbibe. I used to and then about 25 years ago I stopped. I am capable of idiocy on my own without adding intoxication to it. And I had a two-year-old daughter and I didn’t want her to see me drunk. She and I love silliness, which is a whole other matter.
This week my great aunt stopped by for a visit as she does, and of course, had to share some of her wisdom. She did scold me gently for not yet having a passport with my eldest child nearing departure for a new duty station in Germany, but also because she just couldn’t wrap her head around that I didn’t just already have one. The other bit of wisdom was a new saying that she offered that is maybe both a little comical and a little depressing.