Finally, a day that feels like Spring. That means a day on the bike, the first ride of the season. It also means a day of a neck ache, saddle sores, and tired legs. And that means a good nap is also coming. All in all it is nothing to complain about. Being out of breath climbing out of the saddle on a steep hill with green legs means I can breathe. Thank you, Mitch for your blog yesterday to remind us to take it all in. Hope you are getting better every day. See you on the golf course.

You have about an hour to live. Never thought I here someone say that to me. That type of line was only for TV shows and movies. But here I was in the emergency room with severe abdominal pain and a surgeon I did not know telling me this.   I'm happy to say after two surgeries I'm on the "road to recovery." The details of the whole ordeal are very technical. It appears that it stems from a bone marrow disorder. I'm getting further tests, of course, to find out.  

Do you remember the classic 1939 Judy Garland movie where they were off to see the Wizard on the yellow brick road and when they eventually found him he was a very ordinary little old man behind the screen?  Very disappointing to say the least. Are you a Wizard of Oz?

There was an eerie sense as I opened my eyes the other morning. Something wasn't right. As my eyes focused, I realized that none of the usual lights were on. No digital numbers on the clock radio, no telltale glows from the chargers plugged into the wall and no ambient light from the street. No power. I went to the window and confirmed the troubling suspicion. No power.

I read recently that Jeb Bush inadvertently checked the Hispanic box in his voter registration form in 2009. His response was, “My mistake! Don’t think I’ve fooled anyone." It reminded me of a the silly mistakes I make and how foolish it is to get angry about them. How many times have I frantically searched for my glasses only to find them on the top of my head or hanging from my shirt collar? I just laugh now at my own ridiculousness. We are humans and that is the beauty and horror of it all. It works the other way too.

I am sure I have written this blog before. In fact, probably two years ago when my phone contract was last up for renewal.

I had a text message “conversation” with one of my college roommates last week that went something like this:

My favorite holidays are Passoover and Thanksgiving. The first is the start of Spring. And the other is often my birthday. Most important is that both holidays revolve around eating. Most of the day is spent thinking about food.