I’m not here today to foment insurrection (maybe tomorrow), but this the time to mark another orbital round. A loop that is round, but not back to the original start.
More spiral.
My sister’s card came timed exactly right offering wishes of mailing Baltimore steamed crabs. And I missed the call with my little big sister (will catch you tomorrow).
A perfect evening was ramen and sushi at Mitsu cafe in Moose Jaw with my darling Cori. Laughs and coffee and plans for camping and tree planting and just reveling in our portable universe. And then we got a surprise call, singing and talks of a summer visit from the Laramie cousins.
Also gifted today was a shot of cortisone in each wrist courtesy of Dr Hand and waiting now for Pain to take a vacation. What more does a person need?
I’d been pondering some kind of spreadsheet with a place to enter mine and my Dad’s birthdays so I could calculate for say for my age now how old was I when Dad was my current age, etc. I guess I should just vibe code it, but I refuse. I will mull the idea more before giving it a try. Or not.
I don’t know if there is a name for this number but now I have done the same number of solar revolutions as the 2 digit year I started.
The best gift is just being here to write and remember and make plans and keep on going, and for ***** sake be careful near cliff edges Jim and everyone else I care about.
I’m here to keep playing Twister, thanks Judy for this backyard memory. I spot dad observing from his lawn chair.
I’m here for me all the loops I can swing, here on this weird planet with my true love.
63 and out. Not.
Featured Image: 2014/365/18 Lunar Orbit flickr photo by cogdogblog shared into the public domain using Creative Commons Public Domain Dedication (CC0)
Happy Birthday, Alan!
And no, I do not like cliff edges. I was close enough two years ago.
Edges as metaphors are one thing, the reality another. I flashed back to my own ill fated hypothermia trip down a little canyon https://cogdogblog.com/2004/09/grand-canyon/