Yesterday as I was leaving my friendly neighborhood grocer, I ran into the girl scouts peddling their cookies. Yum. Is that a sign of spring?
Before buying the cookies, I vainly stopped to think what gorging on a dozen Samoas would do to my looks. That's definitely a sign of Spring.
I look great, and bought the Samoas anyway.

Oh man, I love a Sunday at the bulls. The day could not have gone better if it'd been scripted by professional screenwriters. No traffic on the way in. After a greasy and delicious lunch buffet, we found the plaza with relative ease. The bulls were noble, and well presented and even though the first three were a little difficult, as soon as the ( Read more... )

Katzman pointed out to me that he went to a baseball game in the snow last weekend. Also, I use the terms Spring and Summer rather interchangeably. It's one of the benefits of living here, Winter ends early and fall starts late, and in between it's just one nice sunny day with morning fog along the coast, and cloudy inland until the burnoff at 11: ( Read more... )

Christ is risen ( Read more... )