Friday Takes, Hot & Fresh (Updated)
Race isn’t real. Race is very real. Both sentences are true.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
What’s going on in my life
Race isn’t real. Race is very real. Both sentences are true.
Nothing wrong with being a legacy, so long as it’s a good legacy!
Yesterday, on a gray and chilly afternoon on a neighbor’s patio, we chaired the HOA’s annual general meeting. We were hoping we’d be fired, but no such luck.
Our niece Rebecca is home in Bellingham. We had a great visit.
Our niece Rebecca is visiting from Washington.
Hey, a fella can dream, can’t he?
I’m not throwing my hands up. Catch Covid and get it over with? Screw that. I’m going to continue to mask up in public and go out only when I have to. I’m going to avoid crowds, and no way in hell am I getting on an airliner.
It’s the fourth day after carpal tunnel surgery on my right hand. The wrapping’s off and my fingers, with exercise, are getting supple again, enough at least to type a short blog post.