Silver Linings

And something about soda and pretzels and beer. Nat King Cole. It took a while to remember the artist although I could hear the song in my head. Memory is a funny thing. I notice that more and more as I age. Jim will start a sentence about, say, a certain restaurant for example, and the name or location will immediately fall out of his brain, even though he knows it. You know, that one over by… I’m sure we can all relate.  This is NOT going to morph into a blog about aging. (Not yet, anyway.) We had our [old] friends down from Los Angeles and we went to The Coach House to see a blues swing band called Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. Lotsa horns. Loud horns. I had my fingers in my ears toward the end of the evening and a headache, too. It’s a band that could play a big amphitheater but this was a small indoor venue. Still, we had a rollicking good time.  Next day I made my version of Machaca con Huevos. Easy and tasty. Sorry Alan, I caught you mid-thought. When we were younger we would h...

 Summer has finally arrived after months of chilly, overcast weather.  We celebrated my 75th birthday a little early because the kids would be in Croatia on the actual day. So sad that the picture is so crappy. Nonetheless, we had a wonderful time. We’re a motley gang.  Michelle brought me flowers. Aren’t they lovely. She’s an angel. I haven’t played much golf, mostly because the weather has been too hot. (I’m such a golf snob these days.) Not because of my shoulder surgery, which is great, I don’t even realize that I have that fake joint in there. I wish they made fake neck joints, my neck arthritis really impacts me in a big way. But not every day, only when I do something for a long time. Like quilting. Sigh. But boy, can I make it pop and crack. Shocking.  We play bridge often, and these two guys (below) play duplicate, which, if you don’t know, is tournament play for master points. Bridge is huge, a worldwide pastime. You don’t need to speak each other’s languag...