
"Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung!"
–Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Linda and Dash.
This time,
Here's breakfast with the gang at our favorite local dive. Great food, and we had the whole side porch to ourselves.
Jasper got a telescope for his birthday. It came from a garage sale and he loved it. The people who sold it said they had also gotten it from a garage sale.
My son and I went to Central Market to get some food for breakfast. It was Saturday morning so we got lots of free samples. We weren't very hungry by the time we were through shopping.
Then we went to Saltlick for lunch. I was really anxious to have great bbq. But now I'm not sure. Maybe I'll become a vegetarian again.
Oh... here's the food. Between the slaughtering of pigs and cows, and the fat and sugar that is causing so much pain and sickness we have something that looks darn good, especially before you eat it.
Here's a guy at SaltLick from the "CutnShoot" motorcycle club. I don't know who they cut and shoot. My son Josh is also sitting on the stone fence.
Here's the gang at SaltLick, ready to order. Our waiter had a sign on his lapel that said "last day to wait on tables." I asked what was next for him, and he said that tomorrow he starts a PhD program in nanotechnology. Group pics are hard... always some people look terrible. Low light pics are terrible. The combination makes an Ensor crowd scene.
So this was the dinner. Only salad, bread, cheese, ice cream, (and wine). I couldn't get everyone in the picture. Should have brought in the 8' ladder.
So I was going to do some stuff with my daughter and wife pretty early... so I woke up super early (for going to bed at midnight) and walked my hour walk. Yesterday I whistled while I walked. Today I was too tired. I saw this gravestone celebrating the planting of this great pecan tree. 1927 is my favorite year. Lindbergh flew the Atlantic, Babe hit 60 home runs, Nellie Fox was born. And the list goes on and on. Even Erma Bombeck was born. And to come back to the tree, Max Ernst painted "The Wood" during that same year.
At 5pm we went to my daughter's house to pick her up for dinner. I thought it was strange that she asked to have dinner with us on Friday and Saturday night. She never wants to have dinner with us two nights in a row. When we got there, she wheeled out a suitcase onto her front porch... and voila, our grandson appeared from inside the suitcase. Not only had my son and his family come from Phili, but my sister and her husband from Los Angeles came, all to celebrate our 40th anniversary (actually it is 8/4). This is a very special day.








So we are a couple of crack addicts with our new iphones. The dishes pile up in the sink as we compulsively instantly do everything. No longer is there a separation between us and our computers. This afternoon we finally both fell asleep after becoming sleep deprived wanting one more moment (lasting late into the night) with the nasty thing.