At lunch, I bought two magazines at Barnes & Noble. One was an issue of Newsweek. I found myself interested in the article about school segregation resulting from housing segregation. The other magazine was an issue of Ubuntu User. I decided to get a bowl of chicken soup at Gloria's, a Mexican/Central American place. I ate a few more tortilla chips than intended. Then I walked around the shopping center near my office. Western Kingbirds were atop the small trees everywhere. This is 'their year".
My sister sent me a Facebook message. She was in town for business. We arranged for my brother and I to meet her at Seasons 52, a nice restaurant in Plano. This scheduled perfectly for me. My wife was due to be out all evening. One of her former co-workers was directing a community theater play across town.
I am five years older than my sister, and one year older than my brother. My brother lives one town over from me. My sister lives sometimes in Alabama and sometimes in our late parents' home town in Arkansas. We rarely get to dine together. We had a good time, and we got some family business matters on the road to being squared away as well.
My brother and I ate trout, new potatoes, salad, and carrots. My sister had a rack of lamb. We three are more alike than we are different, though among ourselves we can perceive some differences. My brother is very bright in an analytical way and rock-solid. My sister is very smart at merging creativity with a sense of the practical can-do, and a bit more spirited than her brothers. I am less analytical and solid than my brother and less creative and sales-skilled than my sister. But I am perhaps more of a blend of all those traits than either sibling.
Tomorrow I am to do volunteer yard work all day--if the event is not called for predicted rain. But for now, it's 10:40 p.m. I am in my reclining chair. Beatrice is asleep. The world seems pretty good to me today, troubles and all.
(cross-posted to DW because life is silly)