It's morning on Long Island. The snow is falling, the wind is blowing and a blanket of snow engulfs the landscape. It's deep enough to smooth out the contours of the land around me.    I know that some of you will look and only see the work it will cause. To me, it's an unparalleled beauty that provides a sense of calmness and reflection.   

I’m a slave to Routine!   For example, see last week’s Friday With Fred blog Cafe’ Con Leche :) Am I OCD?  Who’s to say?  One person’s poison is another person’s medicine :) I was once very lazy and came to the realization that I needed a reformation.  In the process of reforming myself I developed a daily morning through night routine which serves me well in my Forever Young quest.   Does a routine resonate for you?

My fountain pen leaked. I was in the office and the few tissues in my desk drawer were worthless against the black ink that stained my fingers.Attempts at the bathroom sink were futile.

I was fortunate to escape the cold and snow in Costa Rica last week. One surprising dividend in flying on Jet Blue is the wide range of movie choices at your fingertips.  I went through the 100 or so selections, surprised by how tempting the old ones are for a re-watch.  And, they also have new ones, including the new Bond film, “No Time to Die”. On the flight there, I chose  “Pulp Fiction”, a Tarantino classic that I had never watched again in its entirety. It is dark, violent, quirky, and laugh out loud funny at times.   

I am an annual goal setter.  I like the idea of planning and thinking through what the year might bring.  I set personal goals and professional ones.  

I recently purchased a new “healthy” cereal. It depicts itself as healthy as it purports to be keto friendly, low in sugar, and high in protein. In reading the box I was intrigued to read, “Do you ever wonder why you grew up but your cereal didn’t?”   That question brought me straight back to childhood. My brother, sister, and I would often to come down for breakfast to find bowls and spoons at our places. On the table would be several boxes of cereal, most often the sugared variety of cereal.

Major League Baseball owners’ non-sensical lockout of its players puts Spring Training in jeopardy; maybe even the season. With the school year calendar no longer an issue for my household, I entertained thoughts of attending Spring training to watch my team some. Of course Covid-19 and reports by friends in South Florida how seriously or not many Florida residents take precautions makes me wary. Of course, the lockout’s length may obviate any need to make a final determination.

Driving along Route 110 on my way to work I encountered a purple car with these bumper stickers.      I'm not sure if I should smile or be concerned.