I bet you haven’t listened to Duran Duran’s Rio in a while. You should.
Category: thought
A good book, a glass of wine, a fire in the place. A loving wife across from me, her book in hand, in a comfy chair, under a warm throw.
This is life. This is what matters.
Reminder: Paper is always DRM free.
I don’t like to dwell on what ifs when there is so much here now to choose from.
Since I’m cooking for one tonight (both ladies are occupied in other activities), I just made a delicious, low carb, Bison Chili for myself to eat tonight and leftovers throughout this week. There’s honey cornbread in the oven.
This is the way.
Beatrix turns 17 tomorrow. Tonight she’s having 16 of her friends over for a dance party. Last night, I helped her turn our dining room into a Disco. We revved up her playlist and danced together to test it out.
No matter what happens, this is my life. This is what matters.
Maybe this essay I wrote on January 20th will make more sense now.
It was meant to be a warning. Now it seems prophetic.
I can tell you’re from Minnesota if you know the difference between a Corn Dog and a Pronto Pup and have a strong opinion about which is superior (especially if you have a “why” about that opinion).
Despite the fact that because of my diabetes I shouldn’t have them, I’m finding my craving for a big stack of banana pancakes with heavy cream and blueberry compote almost overwhelming.
I’ve reached the stage in my parenting journey with Beatrix where every day she says or does something that fills me with pride.
Today was realizing the major project she’s working on for American History is essentially a treatment for the book I’ve long been meaning to write.