Just in case I don’t make it back in time to blog at the usual time today, I’ll briefly fill that void now.
I’m one of the Hares for today’s Hash trail. Rain is in the forecast, so we have to make a decision on whether to do the planned off-road hilly hike or stick to the flat pavement. We’ll meet up at 0900 and make the call then.
Nothing significant to report from my night out on the town yesterday.
A couple of beers (and lady drinks) at It Doesn’t Matter, then finished my night at Wet Spot. I was feeling no pain when I caught the trike for home.
Up on schedule this morning. Did my internet “work” and kitchen duties.
So, I may be back later with a weather report and any other updates between now and then. Or it could be tomorrow morning. Here’s a poem to tide you over:
The Ideal Husband To His Wife We've lived for forty years, dear wife, And walked together side by side, And you to-day are just as dear As when you were my bride. I've tried to make life glad for you, One long, sweet honeymoon of joy, A dream of marital content, Without the least alloy. I've smoothed all boulders from our path, That we in peace might toil along, By always hastening to admit That I was right and you were wrong. No mad diversity of creed Has ever sundered me from thee; For I permit you evermore To borrow your ideas of me. And thus it is, through weal or woe, Our love forevermore endures; For I permit that you should take My views and creeds, and make them yours. And thus I let you have my way, And thus in peace we toil along, For I am willing to admit That I am right and you are wrong. And when our matrimonial skiff Strikes snags in love's meandering stream, I lift our shallop from the rocks, And float as in a placid dream. And well I know our marriage bliss While life shall last will never cease; For I shall always let thee do, In generous love, just what I please. Peace comes, and discord flies away, Love's bright day follows hatred's night; For I am ready to admit That you are wrong and I am right. --Sam Walter Foss