Happy feet
Sunday, 8 September 2024

I’m so happy with these cool mornings…60s before 9am…lovely for a stroll/walk/jog/outing.
Sunday, 8 September 2024

I’m so happy with these cool mornings…60s before 9am…lovely for a stroll/walk/jog/outing.
Saturday, 7 September 2024

My NIL is nil. Well (duh), I’m not a college sports figure, so of course it’s nil.
This topic and the terminology springs from reading Joe Drape’s and Allison McCann’s article “In College Sports’ Big Money Era, Here’s Where the Dollars Go” in the NYTimes, dated 31, Aug—although I just found it today. BTW, NIL stands for name, image and likeness, if the acronym isn’t in your everyday vocab.
Friday, 6 September 2024

I’m sure it’ll be warmer again soon, but for now the mornings keep being in the 60s. I’m still distrustful that it’ll continue. Call me a climate sceptic?
I found the word minimifidian among the synonyms for sceptic. I’ve no recollection of ever seeing it before. Turns out it was apparently used by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in 1825—once. No wonder I missed it.
Thursday, 5 September 2024

Striding along under this lovely, towering magnolia, a high branch dropped a leaf that landed on my hat. It was not a small leaf, and it landed with a small thud. My neck is fine; I just shook that floral debris off and continued my walk.
Wednesday, 4 September 2024

Today I’m opting to shift my time-space. This flower photo is from a year ago, and was taken in the UP.
This notion builds from today’s news from Winder and Ukraine, the Mideast, etc., and from finishing “The Midnight Library” by Matt Haig (2020).
Tuesday, 3 September 2024

I sure enjoyed the below average temps this morning. Plus overcast. Both contributed to a super-pleasant walk, in contrast to the above-average temps and stunning humidity of, what? (I exaggerate)—the last six years??!! 🤣🥸😇
Monday, 2 September 2024

We’re doing some travel dreaming…perhaps a trip before Xmas eastward across the pond. We shall see.
Sunday, 1 September 2024

We’re currently binging “L‘Agence,” with the much longer English title “The Parisian Agency: Exclusive Properties,” about a family of real estate agents based in Paris. Truth, not fiction. The family is charming (mostly); the views are lovely; the French is sometimes oddly translated in the subtitles; and the properties are wayyyyy out of our price range. The most interesting character, IMHO, is the grandmother, Majo.
Oh, and the photo? Nothing to do with Paris, and not a UFO.
Saturday, 31 August 2024

We departed from air fryer cuisine and used the cast iron skillet to sear a slab of tuna, plus “stir fry” some veg. Tasty. BTW, the golden veg is “orange” cauliflower.
Friday, 30 August 2024

I’m not a particular fan of diplomats, although I greatly appreciate all the work they do, which is frequently behind the scenes. I’m not sure why TV series writers recently have seized on a diplomat as the lead in stories, but we’ve watched both the Keri Russell version and the British one, binging the latter most recently. They’re very different. I think I enjoyed the British version, set in Barcelona, more. Confession: it was not merely to opportunity to hear Catalan dialogue that made it more interesting.