Last night my wife made a delightful celebratory dinner--leg of lamb, new potatoes, blackberry cobbler, and
green beans, served with Parker House rolls. Nobody I knew ate lamb when I was growing up. I think I had my first lamb meal in the college cafeteria. It's therefore got that twin delight of being exotic and traditional for me, all at once. Lamb reminds me of a wonderful mutton stew that I had during my college days. It's funny how individual meals become part of one's memory.
Today I took a hot dog, baked chips, and a diet root beer to the local park for a quick, solitary picnic.
I loved walking with my Mikona .3 mega-pixel camera, framing and photographing fields and creeks. I am eager to get much more work done in the coming days--but perhaps I am taking a slight glance ahead at Saturday, and hiking ahead.
Ever since I gave five dollars to Carnegie Hall in appreciation for their modern music concerts available for free downloads under Creative Commons licenses, I am on their mailing list. Yesterday I got a catalog of all their upcoming concerts for months on end. It's like day-dream candy--shows I will never see, but they cause a mental shiver of delight. I like the idea of the one next year when the audience comes at 1 p.m., makes hand-made instruments, and accompanies the Kronos Quartet. This is what I call fun rather than practice, practice.
I believe that minor Olympic events should get more coverage, and human interest stories and replays of preliminary rounds far less. I long for a day when diplomacy matters more than territory.
I'm suffering from insomnia too often lately. Hopefully, increased exercise will help. On the other hand, during wakeful moments I do some lovely reading.