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Work consumed yesterday. Preparations for traveling ravage this day. Tomorrow presents the challenge of lines, impatient homo sapiens and illogical airport security.
(That’s another interesting label – homo sapiens: Etymology: New Latin, species name, from Homo, genus name + sapiens, specific epithet, from Latin, wise, intelligent. Wise? Intelligent? But, back to the issue at hand.)
Sunrise on Sunday, 12/17/2006.
Julie and I drive to Phoenix tonight and fly to Buffalo, NY tomorrow to visit one of my two favorite sisters and my favorite mother. Next Sunday we drive a rental vehicle to Kentucky to visit my son, daughter and five grandsons. Regretfully, there are – and will be -- no granddaughters. I haven’t seen them in two years so I expect they have changed much. I sometimes wonder what they think of this weird stranger called grandfather who occasionally invades their lives.
In this photo I was playing with the camera and depth of field.
Photo was taken with a 10X optical and cropped from the above photo.
Yesterday I began my seventh decade. I asked Julie how it felt to be married to an old man. She replied that she made a mistake and should have married a rich old man.
Me not rich? Given her love and companionship, I feel extremely rich.
(That’s another interesting label – homo sapiens: Etymology: New Latin, species name, from Homo, genus name + sapiens, specific epithet, from Latin, wise, intelligent. Wise? Intelligent? But, back to the issue at hand.)
Sunrise on Sunday, 12/17/2006.
Julie and I drive to Phoenix tonight and fly to Buffalo, NY tomorrow to visit one of my two favorite sisters and my favorite mother. Next Sunday we drive a rental vehicle to Kentucky to visit my son, daughter and five grandsons. Regretfully, there are – and will be -- no granddaughters. I haven’t seen them in two years so I expect they have changed much. I sometimes wonder what they think of this weird stranger called grandfather who occasionally invades their lives.
In this photo I was playing with the camera and depth of field.
Photo was taken with a 10X optical and cropped from the above photo.
Yesterday I began my seventh decade. I asked Julie how it felt to be married to an old man. She replied that she made a mistake and should have married a rich old man.
Me not rich? Given her love and companionship, I feel extremely rich.
posted by Paul at 8:36 AM
4 Comments:
A belated Happy Birthday. Trust you will be able to avoid the tender mercies of TSA and Homeland Security. Who was it that said,"illegitmi non carborundum?"
Feliz Navidad.
I raise my glass, and wish you another 7th decade of wondering!
Cheers ears and the deers!
Happy Birthday! I always tease J with "I should have married rich".
SEVENTY? You're kidding! REALLY?
Damn, I feel downright FRESH!
You, Sir, have entered a grand decade of your life in an even grander fashion, with and open mind and the kind of wisdom only such a state can permit...
HAPPY ANNUAL THIRTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY!
Like me, you strick me as an individual of about 45.........hehe
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