Whew. What a weekend. The temperature stayed in double digits. There were clouds. And music. And friends from New Braunfels, to Luckenbach, to Grapetown Road. At the end, we danced.

My big crape myrtles have yet to bloom. Strange. The peaches on the peach tree are tiny. Stranger still. A spring and summer of no water? Or perhaps the trees are old. Hard to tell.

Ate Ramen noodles for the first time last night. Unsure about the nutritional value, but they were tasty. On the recommendation of a friend, I used the beef.

Sometimes it’s the simplest things that can make for a happy day. A call from friends to join them for drinks. An afternoon swim. Music. Talk of music.

It’s too hot to work outside. So, I stayed inside, read a book, and worked on a song I was writing. There was a time when I’d would have never admitted I was writing a song, because it sounded a little pretentious.

Went to bed at my normal hour. 9:30. Woke at 12:30, worried I’d never get back to sleep. Got a drink of water. Read a bit of a book. Fell into a sleep so deep that I dreamed.

The sweet smell of rain is hanging in the cool air this morning. The grass sparkles with dew. Everything looks soft and alive. Makes me miss the Gulf Coast where moisture is in the air every day.

It rained yesterday and I forgot it was my anniversary. No penalty to pay for either event. The gauge this morning shows a little bit more than .3 inches fell, and my wife passed away in 2020.

I’ve probably written about hugs before, but I’m going to do it again. Met with a group of friends last night to cook dinner and there were hugs all around, coming and going. It’s a huggy crowd, and I love it. It’s the magic of the human touch.

Golf. I have pursued the sport with varying degrees of success over the years. Years marked mostly by massive failure. You’d think hitting a ball lying still at your feet would be a piece of cake. Think again.

My shopping excursion went off without a hitch yesterday. Accumulated goods without breaking the bank. Bought two books, two pair of socks, a three in one hair, face, and body wash and hand cream.

I’m going shopping today. A bookstore. A UPS store. A mall. Maybe a golf superstore. I have to map it out. I want to hit them in some sort of sequence. I’ll even work in a lunch.

Slipped into the pool yesterday. Sat in my chair float with my legs propped up on a noodle. The current carried me along, mostly in a counterclockwise circle, because our pool is round.

Status update. Bought a five pack of reading glasses. Bargain price. One pair by my chair. One pair by my bed. One pair in the car. Two pair of spares. Here’s where we stand. No idea where the pair by the bed went.

A while back my weight made itself down to around 175. The diet I was following to feed my late wife, worked wonders for me.

Rode up the Devil’s Backbone yesterday on the way to a friend’s house in Gruene. Got stopped at the top by a gathering of sheriff’s vehicles with lights flashing. There was an ambulance and a fire truck, too.

It’s late. The little granddaughter is asleep on the couch. I stayed up late. Listened to music. Made music. Visited with friends. It was a nice, long evening.

There was the creak of the door in the utility room followed by a soft, high, “hello,” and I knew my daughter was in the house.

Yesterday I played my first round of golf since getting my new right eye. Wonder of wonders, I could actually track the flight of the ball as I hit my shots, wayward or not.

Talk about answered prayers. Yesterday the wind laid down, and I laid down with it. Together we floated in a pool of blue water beneath the sky.