I’ve noticed that on long airline flights, Americans—especially me—have embraced the idea that pseudo pajamas are perfectly acceptable travel attire, as long as we call them “loungewear.” Yet on some flights to and from the United Kingdom, I’ll see passengers who still seem to believe that flying is an occasion—men in blazers, women with full makeup and dresses—while I’m sitting there in stretchy pants wondering if I can pass them off as business casual.
I planned to review a Roger Daltrey concert I attended with my daughter last Tuesday; a(nother) proud parent moment involving her from last Monday moves that commentary to next week (at the earliest(. I already tweeted Marisa’s op-ed which appeared in
Charcoal is our 13 year old Schnoodle (Schnauzer/Poodle breed) and we love and share our bed with her. Lately, as we are, she has been slowing down, but in the last fortnight she experienced a malady which could not be diagnosed and nearly brought her/us to a halt.
A leaf on the ground, the ones left behind slowing turning colorsNo need for the air conditioning — windows left open.Mums abound.Dusk moving down.The sweaters come out with jackets close behind.Inhale the brisk air and enjoyThe first days of Fall.
I know Nancy blogged about traditions recently. My wife and I did our almost annual trek to upstate NY for a tradition of Apple picking in Gardener, NY at the long-standing family run Wrights Farm.
I did not always have an organized desk. For years and years, it was piled high with files, notes, and the occasional coffee cup that had somehow become part of the landscape. I was surrounded by file folders on the floor around my desk and around my office. I knew where things were, but finding them often meant moving three other stacks first.
Today is Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is a day of reflection, forgiveness, and looking honestly at the year behind us while hoping to do better in the year ahead. It is a time to ask forgiveness from others, forgive ourselves, and make amends where we can. Of course, it is also the one day when saying, “I’m starving,” becomes practically a religious tradition. It’s ironic to me that I can go without eating without giving it a thought. Yet, on Yom Kippur, the fact that I am fasting is always in the forefront of my mind.