8 12 18

Another cold pearl gray morning here at the cloud. Once again I cancelled participation in another event and have thus inherited some ‘free time’.

Tuesday (4 D [or 4 12 if you are keeping score at home]) it was the annual volunteer’s golf outing in Fort Worth and today 2nd Saturday on the square in beautiful historic downtown McKinney.

And once again I look like a genius.

WHAT ? YOU CANCELLED OUT OF A GOLF EVENT AT THE CCC NO LESS?

I know.

But you heard it correctly. Not at all like the old days. As I wrote in my note of regrets to the tournament chairman, the cold weather, early hour, the drive and having only my ‘C’ game at best due to travel and Family commitments, it was a formula for disaster, unrestrained frustration, NOT fun and I would likely have done more damage to the sacred golf course, to say nothing of my emotional well-being and who knows, it COULD have led to PTSD, meds and/or a therapist visit(s). I mean who knows with such things ?

I missed a great numerical entry opportunity with 6 12 18 but you MUST BELIEVE that my time has shrunk and has become most precious with the Holiday season now HERE.

I have the card design ALMOST nailed down. I have started the letter 2 or 3 times and between them I would at least have a start and can simply compile, add some, edit and polish it up, insert some images and that’s done with that little task.

Emma checked in from Oz with a status report on the condition of the global relocation project between US and Ozzie outbacks. The account had not one but two (2) real pearls or perhaps diamonds or otherwise gems of wisdom. So like Emma.

I am considering sharing them in a later edition but first must be granted permission to use.

Moving has never been high on my personal list of favorite things and the operational move she & Sir Ron are undertaking would cause a feeble soul such as your writer to gnaw thru both wrists.

The numbers this morning are 11 crib-side, 13 upper deck and 14 on the lower deck. It is raining so it doesn’t or better stated can’t be that cold. I think a little fire would be grande this morning.

So the day plan reads something like art projects, tidy up while waiting for things to develop, I did Mass last night for the Immaculate Conception vigil and will do Sunday morning as the party conflicts with Saturday night Mass.

PARTY? WHAT? SLOW DOWN ... PARTY FOR ONE ? LMAO …

No. I was invited to a classy affair by internationally known designer Robin Cook. Two (dueling ?) violinists, food, beverages and beautiful people.

SO WHAT WILL YOU BE DOING THERE?

Still too funny.

Moronovich.

It is playing the artist card. Local celebrity of sorts. Must find a cape, hat, stick or crop and start thinking like Salvador Dali.

That’s it.

For this one (party) a great deal and certainly more than normal mental preparation must be engaged.

S/B fun.

WHAT ABOUT THE TRIP AND TRAVEL REPORTS? POR FAVOR …

Perhaps next time.

And stop acting like a jerque por favor ...