More Of The Same: Cold And Overcast

Da Boys, Our Great Grandsons Tommy and Rhys

7:18

8:01

It's 8:43 as I start this, and I've been up since 7:00, reading both the Times and the Post, getting my fill of politics—especially articles about Trump. Has anyone ever dominated the news like him? Anyway, it's cold: 4º now, possibly reaching 15º later. We have nothing scheduled for the day, just enjoying being home, I guess. And no football! I did try something different this morning—making coffee in a Yeti French press. Once brewed, it keeps the coffee hot for hours. So far, so good. I also filled the bird feeder, something I usually do every other day.

Saturdays don't change much, especially in winter, especially on frigid days like yesterday. I think I slept in some, so I had a couple of hours of quiet solitude before Evie woke around 8:45. Once she was up, I finished writing the blog while she went through the photos, deciding which to include. After that, I added the photos, let her proofread, then published it—our normal morning routine. Oh, yeah, I usually ask ChatGPT or Claude to proofread and polish my text. Cheating, I know, for a former English teacher.

We're never in a hurry on Saturdays—no yoga or kindergarten—but by 10:45, we'd gathered the trash, cleaned out the fridge, and I was on my way to the Transfer Station. There's a certain pleasure in this weekly task: getting rid of the trash and starting fresh, filling plastic bags throughout the week, knowing I'll get rid of them again next Saturday.

Afternoon On The Lake

Lunch was the last of Evie's curry soup and a couple of pieces of toast smothered with peanut butter and jelly. I watched some TV—probably college basketball—then grabbed my book, The Island, a historical novel about lepers on an island off the coast of Plaka, Crete. The island, called Spinalonga, served as a leper colony from 1903 to 1957. After my nap, I went for a 20-minute walk in the neighborhood, getting some fresh air, and then I watched more basketball, a game between Kentucky and Arkansas. 

Working On Our Getting Sewers Installed

By 5:45, Evie had showered, and we were both ready to drive up the hill to Truffle Honey, a restaurant literally at the top of our hill that we'd never been to—not sure why. It used to be a bookstore, then a cheese shop, so it's strangely configured: a long, narrow dining room with a nook at the end. We had reservations with Linda and Ron, though it wasn't very crowded. The hit of the evening was our appetizer of truffle fries, along with wine (expensive) and draft beers. Three of us left with doggy bags, and our meals were decent, if not great. The highlight was Linda regaling us with her story of getting stuck in her car on a snowmobile trail. I won't go into details, but we had a good laugh. We were home by 8:30 and relaxed in front of the tv.