As follow up to my recent "Taking Credit" blog, where I declared I no longer need to take credit for what has blossomed from a suggestion or idea, I need to add that, nonetheless, an important ingredient of social intercourse is feedback.  Feedback is follow-up/response to one's suggestion or idea.

We recently went to the gift show (Shoppe Object) on the never-ending search for Refined Finds.What surprised me was the number of vendors offering writing supplies and encouraging writing. Notebooks, papers, cards, pens and pencils. All dedicated to getting thoughts from the mind through the arm, hand and fingers to whomever.

I am struck with more than the usual traveling fears.  My fears normally center around my clients being taken care of? Missing a deadline while out of the office for an extended time. Are my employees overworked trying to cover for me?  How is my 100.9 year old mother-in-law going to fare while we are gone?  The normal white noise that all self employed people go through when leaving their 2nd home (aka the office).  But this time, Stew and I will be traveling under difference circumstances than we have for the past 4 years.    

Last night I attended Gotham’s Dinner Group meeting at Bobby Van’s.  The one word that comes to mind is – wow.  

    Entertainment, to me, has recently been dominated by an onslaught of prequels and sequels. “Young Sheldon,” the prequel to “The Big Bang Theory,” just ended it’s run. There is currently, “And Just Like That,” the sequel to “Sex and The City,” and “The House of Dragons,” the prequel to “Game of Thrones.”  

In the dog days of summer, I went to Montana to fish in the Madison, Yellowstone, and Beaverhead rivers. On the third day of amazing fishing my guide helped me hit the Montana Grand Slam and caught all 4 species in the Yellowstone watershed Whitefish, Rainbow trout, my first ever Cutthroat trout, and my personal best Brown trout.  All in the longest undammed river in the United States.  But this is not what got my blood racing.

Over the last couple of weekends I've been traveling the highways and backroads of NY. It's quite enjoyable on the back roads, passing farms of corn and soybeans in different stages of growth, the big swoops of numerous windmills, and the cows and animals serving our population.   However, on the highways, the amount of pieces of tires is astonishing. I stopped counting when I hit 100.   

I am presently recovering from my second, lifetime, case of Covid and the unpleasant experience warrants a cautionary blog.  Last Wednesday night, after burning the candle at both ends for too long, I ventured into the city for our annual rooftop (thank you Sylvie) New York Health & Aging Summer meeting.