A Windy Day

8:13

9:15

It's just after 9:00, and we've both been up for an hour. The wind is wild this morning — a steady 18 mph — and it's expected to strengthen as the day goes on. It's 35° right now, with temperatures climbing into the 50s by afternoon. I can't recall ever seeing the flag snap and flutter quite like this.

A Windy Morning

Yesterday was another lazy day. I had no interest in walking, biking, or kayaking — couldn't muster the motivation for any of it. We lingered over coffee, half-listening to the depressing news and laughing at the ridiculous but undeniably funny Trump memes on Facebook. Few figures in recent memory have inspired such widespread and vocal contempt as Trump, and we count ourselves firmly in that camp. By 10:30, though, I'd gathered the trash and was off to the Transfer Station, with a stop for coffee on the way before picking up a few things at Wegmans.

I was home by noon, just in time for the opening college tournament games. Lunch was leftover chili with oyster crackers. I watched a couple of games before losing interest, then headed upstairs to read and nap. Evie, meanwhile, was busy in the kitchen, pulling together a few things for tonight's dinner with Linda and Ron. Most of the afternoon, though, passed quietly on the couch — reading, scrolling, happily wasting time until happy hour.

For dinner, we wanted something easy, so we pulled Trader Joe's verde enchiladas from the freezer and warmed them in the oven for 25 minutes. Not a culinary triumph, but decent and filling. We watched Landman and Colbert before Evie turned in; I stayed up for some basketball — college and NBA both — then headed up to read and eventually sleep. A thoroughly lazy day, from start to finish.

Our youngest granddaughter, Halle, and our youngest great-grandson, Tommy.

Halle

Tommy