Category: Weekly Updates

“Back to Work”

It was back to work for me this week, with Diana joining me in the workforce on Wednesday.  She had a couple of extra vacation days that she might as well use.  Back to work meant Christmas was over and needed to be packed up.

The special guest on the BoH Tuesday night supper club was Butch Walker.  We hadn’t heard of him but he turned out to be an excellent guest – a talented musician, great guitar player, and producer, who also appeared to be a really nice guy.  He is currently producing a new album for Billy Idol and described him at 63, still rolling up on a Harley with his trademark sneer.  He also recently produced an album for the Wallflowers.  I attempted to follow Butch on Instagram so that I could watch the guitar videos that he releases regularly – I was all set up but couldn’t figure out how to get the videos to play on my phone.  A call to my social media support tech (Alicia) revealed that I had quickly identified the big issue with Instagram and posted videos – not easy to watch them on your phone.  Oh well, here’s Butch trying out a new Fender guitar and rig:

My Wednesday started out poorly – had to get a dental crown.  Everything went smoothly and I did pick up a good story from Dr. Toney, who initially tried to make a living as a singer, before studying dentistry.  A song, “Bluer than Blue”, came on and he commented that the guy who wrote the song, Randy Goodrum, played the piano on an album he made in Nashville back in the 70s.  He went on to describe Goodrum’s piano style and tell me about a number of other hits that he had written.

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I did something a wee bit crazy on Thursday – started the Couch to 5K (C25K) program again.  Stop yelling.  I know that’s what caused me to break my leg and this time I have some very fancy shoes and will be progressing through the program very slowly and building up strength before moving to the next level.  In a few months I’ll be ready to run with McD again.  We did head out for a run on Saturday morning with me alternating short runs with walks and Diana doing loops around me.

Saturday afternoon was reasonably productive.  I worked through a list that included troubleshooting the Ring doorbell, helping Diana to stow Christmas back in the attic, fixing the outside floodlights, checking the sprinkler heads, hanging my new painting, Campbell’s photo guitar, and the fishing rod that my Dad hand made for me years ago (finally got it from Los Gatos), and bleeding the aromatherapy system in the steam shower.  After all that I was ready to test out the steam shower – working perfectly.

A new octopus appeared in my section of the bathroom.  A gift that Diana picked up on our visit to Pacifica.  Would you like to suggest a name for him/her?

And while we’re thinking about names, how about one for this interesting cactus that we got from Adamo and Amy?  It doesn’t have any roots – you just run it under the tap once a week for a couple of minutes.

Sunday has been a quiet day so far.  It’s quite cold outside and we’re having some light snowfall.  Dallas proper has an inch or two of accumulation but just wet ground here.  I’m settling in to watch the New Orleans Saints play the Chicago Bears in the first round of the NFL playoffs in an hour or so.

I just received some great dogs in the snow videos.  Here are our Austin Wolfhound friends:

And my co-worker Nikki’s three dogs, including the 8 week old Staffordshire terrier puppy:

And then the poor baby needed to warm up:

I enjoyed “Blacktop Wasteland” by S.A. Cosby this week.  The story is about Beauregard “Bug” Montage, a loving father, faithful husband, and honest mechanic, who has a criminal past – those in the underworld know him as one of the best drivers in the business.  He’s been trying to lead an honest life, but everything is crumbling around him.  His stack of bills and final notices is huge.  His daughter needs money for college.  His mother is about to be kicked out of her retirement home.  Bug tries to work through it, but the shiny new car repair shop in town has cut his business in half.  That’s why he can’t say no when a former associate offers him a job robbing a jewelry store.  Eighty thousand for a day’s work.  But nothing is ever as easy as it seems, and someone knows who did it, and it’s not the police.

Cosby understands the psychology of the criminal mind, how money can turn someone into a criminal.  He knows that good people often do bad things for all the right reasons.  Bug is a complicated character who’s haunted by the ghost of his father, who was also a criminal and a driver, and the mix of guilt and pleasure he feels when racing away from the scene of a crime in a souped-up car.  Despite that pleasure, he’s been to prison, so he knows what’s at stake, and the only reason he gets back into the life is because financial pressures push him to it.  Crime means keeping his business running, his children fed, his mother safe, and giving his daughter a chance to be better than him by going to college.  Prison is scary, but the temptation of giving your children a chance silences that fear:

“He would tell himself later that he had slept on it. That he had mulled over the pros and cons and finally decided the benefits outweighed the risks. All that was true. However, in his heart he knew that when Ariel told him about skipping college, that was the moment he decided to take the job with Ronnie Sessions and hit the jewelry story.”

Racial tension is at the heart of “Blacktop Wasteland.”  Cosby, a Black man from southeastern Virginia, knows racism well.  He understands what it means to be Black in places where things like the use of the Confederate flag (which comes up in the novel) are still being debated today:

“Listen, when you’re black in America you live with the weight of people’s low expectations on your back every day.  They can crush you right down to the goddamn ground.  Think about it like it’s a race.  Everybody else has a head start and you dragging those low expectations behind you.  Choices give you freedom from those expectations.  Allows you to cut ’em loose.  Because that’s what freedom is.  Being able to let things go.  And nothing is more important than freedom.”

Brent goes on to offer a useful example closer to home:

A slightly less hostile insurrection:

D:  “I’ve drunken all my champagne!  K, be a Scotsman and run out for another case.”

K:  “Seriously, D?!  Don’t give me this ‘Scotsman’ nonsense.  It’s triple overtime in the Superbowl, the Cowboys are down by 5 but sitting on their 1 with 3 seconds left…”

D:  “No TRUE Scotsman would let his wife go without bubbles.”

BP:  “Brawp!  Brawp!  Brawp!”

K:  “I’ll be right back.”

“Puzzle Time”

Monday started typically with an early morning New York Times crossword.  I had a pretty slow time (just over 10 minutes when my Monday goal is under 10 minutes) but did learn something from the clue “Sirius…or Lassie, for example?”  I got the answer “Dog Star” from the across clues and understood the Lassie part – but what about Sirius – why is that a Dog star?  Turns out that Sirius gets this nickname because it is part of the constellation Canis Major, Latin for the “greater dog”.  And interestingly, the expression “the dog days of summer” refers to the period from July 3rd to August 11th, when Sirius rises in conjunction with the sun.  There’s usually some relatively useless information to be learned form the puzzle.

Monday continued with the Board audit committee meeting.  My update was well received, and over quickly – the secret to success with this group is to share only what’s really necessary, keep it minimal, and emphasize the good news.  This was maybe the third or fourth time since March that I’ve worn a dress shirt – albeit for less than an hour and with shorts.

After the meeting concluded I enjoyed a relaxing swim.  First time I’d been in a few weeks and my arms and shoulders ached a bit afterwards – but, as Diana would say, “in a good way”.  Post swim I stopped by the Run-On specialized running store in search of some socks to keep McD’s toes warm on cold morning expeditions.  We’ll see how the merino wool ones that were recommended by the experts work out for her.

Massimo and Luciano enjoyed the pretty sunset view from Gypsy Hill in Pacifica on Monday evening:

We finished up Monday watching “The Undoing” on HBO.  This is a murder mystery starring Hugh Grant and Nicole Kidman and set around an exclusive school in New York.  The suspense is building and Hugh Grant may not be guilty.  I’m guessing Donald Sutherland (Nicole’s character’s father and looking like he hasn’t aged in 20 years) was involved along with the sycophantic blonde mother.

The twenty bags of leaves were hauled out for garbage collection on Tuesday morning.  You can see there is probably one more bag still on the massive oak tree.  Evergreen trees are a great idea.

The crew showed up to repair the arbor on Tuesday morning.  They had to build a structure to hold the top part up before replacing the thirty foot beam.  The special jack they had is just the tool we needed last week.

Diana came in laughing as they asked her to turn off Stanley (the pool cleaner) – he was busy showing off his party trick of spraying water on the crew.  The new beam was nicely in place by the end of the day.  Just need to get Santos out to stain it now.  We momentarily considered trying to get up on ladders and stain it ourselves  – that passed pretty quickly.

We passed on Tuesday music livestream night and decided to dive into the new season of “The Queen”.   We were a good way into an episode from a previous series – one centered around the moon landing – before realizing it.  In retrospect it seemed vaguely familiar, but we enjoyed it nonetheless.  Prince Philip’s commentary on the sermon at the local church – “not a sermon but more a general anesthetic.”  And then the kids bouncing around on space hoppers – I think that’s what we called those orange inflatable balls with the kangaroo ears.  Diana says they were “hippity hops” in the US.  I can picture Elspeth bouncing around on one on the back patio.

We adjusted to the new season and got part way through episode 1.  Is Gillian Anderson’s accent a little too much?  Or is that really what Margaret Thatcher sounded like – I’ll have to look at some videos.  I did enjoy the election quote from Thatcher – “Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched, and don’t count 10 Downing Street until it’s Thatched.”

The New York Times crossword seems to be featuring more music trivia related clues recently.  Here’s one that I enjoyed on Wednesday:

I had a decent Wednesday time – likely from doing it 3 hours later than the Monday puzzle.  Here’s a great song from Bowie’s “Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars” album:

I was racking my brain to think who the guy on the left of this work video call reminded me of:

Finally figured it out just before the meeting ended.  Uncanny, don’t you think?

I still love the Tintin books.

We watched another episode of the Queen on Thursday evening that had a scene with Princess Anne competing in a horse jumping event.  My mind drifted back to watching Harvey Smith and David Broome challenging each other in show jumping contests with Mum and Dad.  What a great rivalry that was.  Harvey Smith always on the edge of disaster and David Broome so much more composed, but no less competitive.

The Friday crossword and Rex Parker’s blog about it reminded me of a conversation with Clorinda on our last visit.  I know, I know – a lot of crossword talk this week – but I have to find news and interest where I can these days.

Apparently Buckminster Fuller (inventor of the geodesic dome) and his wife were good friends with Clorinda and Sebastian back in the day.  Diana seemed to remember going to visit them in San Francisco.  Clorinda has a few pieces of art by Fuller – they are a bit akin to Jackson Pollock paintings.  He was best known as an architect.

Saturday started with the crossword.  I had filled in the whole of the East but couldn’t get any kind of toe-hold in the West.  Diana to the recue with “Hakuna Matata” – the clue was something about an Elton John and Tim Rice composition.  It still took me a woeful forty-seven minutes to finish.

After the puzzle we had a pleasant morning walk and then endeavored to troubleshoot the aromatherapy unit associated with the steam shower.  It once worked but had stopped producing the eucalyptus scent that Diana enjoys.  I couldn’t find the manual but the online version gave clear instructions on tow to “bleed” the system of any air.  About 20 minutes later we were back in business.

I received these old pictures of Zumie out by the pool.  Not sure what the black plastic thing he has in his mouth is and it looks like he got in trouble for digging on the far side of the pool.  Also looks like he’s just back from his fortnightly trip to the groomer.

We watched a sappy Hallmark Christmas style movie on Saturday night.  A country music star comes back home and helps his old girlfriend save the family farm.  Harmless entertainment.

Sunday was very typical – which I think is a good thing.  New York Times puzzle (no help necessary), reading, coffee downtown after McD’s run (tried a new place called “Wattage” which didn’t have any atmosphere at all – we’ll be back to Filtered next week), piano practice, chat with Vince in Phillie, FaceTime with Mum and Dad,  elliptical with early football game, relaxing steam shower, and now watching the Cowboys play the Minnesota Vikings.  Currently winning 16-14 after a one handed circus catch by Lamb.

I dipped back into the excellent “Cool Gray City of Love” by Gary Kamiya (long time San Francisco Chronicle writer) and particularly the chapter “The Front Door”.  This book covers 49 different views and associated stories of the city, and this chapter is about the Ferry Building.  I read that it is modeled after the Giralda, Seville Cathedral’s minaret turned well tower.  The change in the area over the years is fascinating:

“Until 1936, when the Bay Bridge opened, San Francisco could be reached only by water or from the peninsula.  The overwhelming majority of people came across the bay by ferry.  Which meant that the Ferry Building was the city’s front door.”

“In 1913, 60,000 consumers crossed the bay by water twice each workday.  They walked off the boat and up the Y-shaped gangways into the Ferry Building, strolled across its marble mosaic floors, and exited through its massive arches onto the Ferry Plaza.  What greeted them was controlled chaos – and a city planner’s dream.  Streetcars, horses, cable cars, railroads – there was more transportation running around than in a Richard Scarry book.”

I love the Richard Scarry reference and can’t help thinking that mass transit was much more effective in 1913 than it is today.

“The coup de grace was announced in 1958, the same year the last ferry ran.  That was when the first containerized freighter sailed through the Golden Gate.  Container shipping requires space and facilities, and San Francisco could not compete with Oakland.  Just 24 years after Bloody Thursday, one of the world’s great working ports was nearing the end.

And behind the City Front, the brawny man’s-man city that had existed since the Gold Rush was dying too.  Heavy industry was leaving San Francisco.  Factory workers were being replaced by secretaries and clerks.  Skyscrapers for the new financial district were replacing docks and cranes.  The great postindustrial transformation that was to change all American society had begun in San Francisco.  Over the next two decades, it would result in a completely different city.”

This book is highly recommended for anyone visiting San Francisco – great ideas on off the beaten path areas to explore and from where to enjoy different views of one of the beautiful cities.  The chapter on earthquakes that juxtaposes accounts of the 1906 quake and fire with the 1989 quake is also excellent reading

I completed “Goodbye to a River” this week.  As I mentioned, this is part canoeing adventure down the Brazos river, part history of the early settlers and the Comanche tribe, and part commentary on man-made lakes and dams and the changes they foist on nature.

The word drouth appears often in Graves writing.  It is defined as “a period of dry weather, especially a long one that is injurious to crops.”  Initially I suspected it meant something similar to the Scottish word dreich, but that’s quite different.  Dreich means bleak, miserable, dismal, cheerless, or dreary, and I usually associate it with rain or mist, not drought.  Mum agreed that the weather in Scotland on Sunday was quite dreich.

Here Graves talks about the Possum Kingdom dam and other plans to put man-made controls on the river:

“But if you are built like me, neither the certainty of change, nor the need for it, nor any wry philosophy will keep you from feeling a certain enraged awe when you hear that a river that you’ve known always, and that all men of that place have known always back into the red dawn of men, will shortly not exist.  A piece of river, anyhow, my piece…”

Some of the excellent descriptions of the natural landscape:

“That afternoon I got only to Eagle Creek, still probing uncourageously against weather’s ire.  Rounded grey-stone cliffs stand beside the creek mouth; in the river itself massive, split-away, rhombic blocks twist and slow the green current of a long pool.  Big oaks gone red, and yellowed ashes rose precariously from slanted alluvial soil beneath the cliffs, piles of drift against their boles in prophecy of their own fate; it is on the outside tip of a bend, and in those places the river lays down rich sediment for maybe centuries and then in a fit of angry spate cuts under it and carries it away, trees and all…”

A description of the joy (or suffering) of camping.  I love the “alligator-skin corrugations”:

“On top of the food box alligator-skin corrugations of frost had formed, and with the first touch of the sun the willows began to whisper as frozen leaves loosed their hold and fell side-slipping down through the others that were still green.  Titmice called, and flickers and a redbird, and for a moment, on a twig four feet from my face, a chittering kinglet jumped around alternately hiding and flashing the scarlet of its crown…I sat and listened and watched while the world woke up, and drank three cups of the syrupy coffee, better I thought than any I’d ever tasted, and smoked two pipes.”

I had thought “ken” was a Scottish word for “know”, but maybe not after reading this section:

“The trouble was, I was ignorant.  Even in that country  where I belonged, my ken of natural things didn’t include a little bird that went heap-heap, and a few moronic holes in the sand.  Or a million other matters worth the kenning.”

Here’s what I found about the origin on the internet:

Here’s a fascinating paragraph on how one can tell the origin of cabin builders by the techniques used, based on the type of timber available in home states:

“They left the marks of their origins in the way they built, mainly in their notches.  Deep Southerners from the big-pine states cut simple, vulnerable half-notches and quarter-notches of the kind they’d used with the long, straight, expendable timber of home.  Those flat notches rot out fast, and the examples that are left are mostly on houses that were boarded over a few years after building.  Hill Southerners – Tennesseans and Kentuckians and Carolinians – had the tradition of the peaked saddle-notch, a tight joint suited to quick-tapering mountain hardwoods and good with post oaks, too, since a number of such cabins are still around.  Pennsylvania Germans, apparently, shoved the use of the dovetail and the miter dovetail on into the Midwest, and when you find a house with those corners in Texas, you know that an ancient Ohioan or Illinoisan had his hand in it, or someone who learned from him.”

All that nature writing put me in the mood to watch the documentary film “My Octopus Teacher”.  What an excellent experience – the underwater photography is amazing and the bond formed between the filmmaker and a small octopus is quite unexpected.  Craig Foster went free diving in the South African kelp forest by his home every day at the same time.  This allowed the octopus to become familiar with him and ultimately results in what really does seem like a friendship – with the octopus wrapped around his hand and resting on his chest.  A highly recommended film.

I read a New Yorker article on Adrienne Lenker of the band Big Thief that mentioned this song, “Paul”, as one of their best.  Lenker attended Berklee College of Music on a full scholarship made possible by the awesome Susan Tedeschi.  She studied guitar as a result of an audition that she performed on a Martin acoustic guitar.  Completely self taught and without an understanding of music theory, her first year at Berklee must have been quite a challenging experience.

I read that the legendary jazz pianist Keith Jarrett has permanently lost the use of his left hand.  Reminds me of the book “Every Note Played” by Lisa Genova that I reviewed a year or so ago.  Here’s a tune from Jarrett’s most recent (and perhaps final) release:

I wrote about the music of Philip Glass last week.  This week I found interpretations of his work by the amazing classical guitarist, Gerard Cousins.  Hope you like this one as much as I do:

Here’s your weekly dose of John Prine.  This time a collaboration with Kurt Vile – just beautiful:

I worked on “The River” by Joni Mitchell for the piano this week – one of the hauntingly sad Christmas songs – “I wish I had a river that I could skate away on.”  So many people view this as a classic, happy holiday tune – they clearly haven’t listened to the lyrics.  Here’s a version by Herbie Hancock with Corinne Bailey Rae from his excellent “The Joni Letters” album:

“Timber!”

The week started with another home maintenance issue.  Do we ever get a solid break from those?  Maybe six months between major issues?  This time it’s the arbor over the back deck.  I suppose we can’t get too mad at it since it’s been solid over the seven and a half years we’ve lived here.  I noticed a crack in the middle of the seam and then Diana reported hearing creaking and breaking.  We called a repair company and were hoping they would arrive before the whole thing came down, pulling gutters and whatever else with it.  They made it in time – whew! – and we rigged up a very temporary support with our ladder and a jack.  A sturdier support was applied the next morning and the new beam materials (30 feet wide) should be delivered tomorrow.

By the way, that tree in the background is our sworn mortal enemy.  She’s the one (I’m sure it’s a female) that dumps mountains of small leaves in the pool for several weeks every autumn.  If “we” (99% D) don’t keep the skimmers cleaned out multiple times a day, then the whole pool mechanism gets blocked up and puts stress on the pump.

Are you familiar with Emily Harrington?  No?  That’s disappointing as she’s one of the fiercest women I’ve heard of.  Don’t feel too badly – I hadn’t heard of her prior to this week either.  Harrington made news as the first woman to free climb El Capitan in Yosemite in less than 24 hours.  Truly an amazing accomplishment.  She topped the 3,000 foot mountain in 21 hours and 13 minutes.

Look at these amazing pictures:

Those beds clipped into the cliff face give me the heebie jeebies and almost make me start to feel the dizziness of vertigo.  Just crazy that someone could be comfortable enough to fall asleep in one of those.

Here’s what Harrington has to say about hat nasty gash on her forehead:

“A nasty slip on the 13a Golden Desert pitch almost took my resolve – a deep gash on my forehead left me bloody and defeated. I pulled on again, part of me not really wanting to stay on the wall, the other part gathering courage and flow. I kept thinking “why am I still hanging on?

The next pitch was the A5 traverse, where I failed last year. This time it was not my limit. I fought hard but with flawless movements in the dark. I cried at the belay – it could happen this time….The final 5 pitches felt scary in my current state but I pulled over the final lip at 10:30pm in disbelief.”

If you’re interested in seeing more of El Capitan and free climbing, I highly recommend the movie “Free Solo” that I reviewed a couple of years ago.  I saw it on my month off between jobs and loved it.

A new TV for the master bedroom was delivered on Thursday afternoon.  I had heard comments about maybe getting a bigger screen in there and decided to go big and not have to deal with it again for years.

McD did an excellent job of helping me hoist the behemoth up onto the TV mount – fortunately we were able to reuse the one that was already secured into the wall.  Going to bed is almost like a trip to the cinema now – except that I’m forbidden from eating popcorn in bed.

Sunday started as normal with the New York Times crossword puzzle – 21 by 21 squares as compared to the normal 15 by 15.  I finished in record time – almost half my normal time.  The crossword blogs revealed that most puzzlers also had record times – so must have been a very easy puzzle.  If you’re confused by the picture below – it took me 27 minutes and 12 seconds to finish the puzzle and I finished at 6:37 am – way too early to be up and around on a Sunday morning.

My favourite clue: He was told to “take a sad song and make it better”.  Do you know the answer to that one?  Would you like a clue?  Ok – it relates to a Beatles song that wasn’t originally on an album but was recorded during the sessions for the White album.  Still stuck?  The answer is “Jude” as in “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better”.

The TV box was too large to fit through the hole up into the attic – part of our “Team Robertson” activities on Sunday morning.  A small bit of cutting and folding and we were able to make it through.  The family room curtains joined the box up there and some Christmas garlands came down.

After all that strenuous work, it was on to the seemingly never-ending task of cleaning up the leaves from our massive front yard oak tree.  Eighteen bags in all over the last couple of weekends.  That should just about do it – there are very few leaves left on the branches and McD used her new blower to eject most of the stragglers from the flower beds.

I was amazed at the size and number of acorns among the leaves.  Almost three inches in diameter.  Is that normal?  They seem about ten times bigger than the acorns that I’m used to.

Some googling taught me about “mast” years for acorns.  Who knew?  Here’s what I read:

“Like many trees, oaks have irregular cycles of boom and bust. Boom times, called “mast years,” occur every 2-5 years, with smaller acorn crops in between. But the why and how of these cycles are still a mystery.

Scientific research can tell us what a mast year is not. A mast year is not a predictor of a severe winter. Unfortunately, plants and animals are no better at predicting the future than we are.

Strangely, mast years are not simply resource-driven. Sure, a wet, cool spring can affect pollination and a hot, dry summer can affect acorn maturation. But annual rainfall and temperature fluctuations are much smaller in magnitude than acorn crop sizes. In other words, weather variables cannot account for the excessive nutty production of acorns in a mast year.

So what does trigger a mast year? Scientists have proposed a range of explanations—from environmental triggers to chemical signaling to pollen availability—but our understanding is not clear. The fact is, we simply don’t know yet.”

After all that, I still can’t find out if 2020 is a “mast” year or not.  Maybe the reduced pollution from everyone staying home – wait, very few people are doing that here now – had a positive impact on acorn production.

So there you have the excitement and activity for our week – picking up leaves and studying up on acorns.

I watched a very interesting documentary about Philip Glass, “A Portrait of Philip in 12 parts”, while suffering through the torture that is known as the elliptical machine.

The film follows Glass as he travels the world both composing and performing with various ensembles.  I know that his music is a bit of an acquired taste – you have to love rhythmic triplets and somewhat monotonous themes that morph slowly.  Here’s one of the more accessible pieces:

I enjoyed the variety of musicians that Glass collaborates with and the insights into his creative process.  He does have a very impressive body of work with many operas, symphonies, solo piano pieces and others in his catalog.

I didn’t learn a completely new piano piece this week but did record this short video of “Happy Birthday”.  My boss had a milestone birthday on Friday and one of our marketing folks was putting together a video for him.  I spiced it up as best I could and was proud of finishing even though the iPad with the music died part way through leaving me to play by ear and memory – thankfully it’s a very simple song.

We’re looking forward to the new season of “The Queen” this evening.  I’m interested to see Gillian Anderson (Fox Mulder of the X-Files) as Margaret Thatcher.  This series is always so well done.

I finished up “Anxious People” on Saturday morning.  You’ll remember that I loved the beginning two weeks ago and then was slightly less enthused with the middle section last week.  I’m pleased to report that the ending was excellent.  A lot of unexpected conclusions with a heavy dose of kindness and compassion that I didn’t see coming.

As Backman writes a little over half way through:

“The truth?  It’s hardly ever as complicated as we think.  We just hope it is, because then we feel smarter if we can work it out in advance.  This is a story about a bridge, and idiots, and a hostage drama, and an apartment viewing.  But it’s also a love story.  Several in fact.”

I’m pondering whether to add this book to the small section of my bookshelves reserved for my very favourite reads.  Based on the originality of the writing and the excellent ending the chances are pretty good.

I made a solid start on “Goodbye to a River” by John Graves today.  This is a book from 1959 about a section of the Brazos river east of Fort Worth.  But, from what I’ve read so far, it’s about much more than that – there are lots of anecdotes about the Comanche tribe who inhabited the area until the mid 1800s, history about the settlers who first farmed there, and thoughts about how man made lakes and dams forever alter the natural way of things.  I’m looking forward to continuing to learn about the Brazos and the history of the area.

Switching now to new music and discoveries.  The super talented songwriter and musician Chris Stapleton released a new album this week.  I’ve only listened through once and here are a couple of initial favourites:

Here’s a very simple but effective song about man’s best friend:

If you’re feeling a bit tense and stressed, here’s a piece to make you totally calm and mellow:

I continue working my way through the “Long Way Up” series about Ewan McGregor and crew riding electric motorcycles from the southern tip of South America to Los Angeles.  Things are not going well with being able to charge the bikes regularly.  This great song popped up on the most recent episode that I watched from the master bedroom cinema:

And finally another soothing song from an Icelandic artist that I read about this week.  The whole album is very good:

“Whew!  Glad that’s all over.”

I drove down to Lower Greenville Avenue (just north of downtown Dallas) for lunch with my boss on Monday.  It was a beautiful day and we enjoyed the Blue Goose patio.  The sour-cream chicken enchiladas were just how I remembered them – best in Dallas for sure.  It was very sad to see the empty building that used to house the fantastic Grape restaurant across the street.  The Lushers sold it just prior to COVID.  Diana and I (and many others with us) have enjoyed so many fabulous meals at this French bistro, including our first dinner together in Dallas.  The chicken liver pate, homemade Boursin cheese, charcuterie, lamb tartines, mushroom soup, best burger in Dallas at Sunday brunch, steak frites, mussels, and so many more delicious flavours are no more.

There was a loud blowing noise overhead as I sat on the patio on Tuesday that had me a bit spooked.  Then I realized there was a hot-air balloon trying to land in the back yard.

We were warned that election results could take a while (maybe weeks) and things were certainly too close to call in many states when we went to bed on election day (Tuesday).  On Saturday I went out for a walk with Diana in the morning, then we worked in the front garden, gathering leaves from our massive oak tree.  By the time we headed back inside the result had been declared with Joe Biden as President-elect.  This is certainly not a political blog at all but I can’t help sharing a few artifacts from this week.  First, here’s James Corden recapping the four years of Trump in 3 minutes.  I think this is exceptionally well done:

This poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, San Francisco beat poet, owner of the excellent City Lights Bookstore in North Beach, and father-in-law to an interesting character that worked for me at AIG, has a direct and timely message:

And finally a cartoon that I couldn’t resist posting:

That’s the last of the political content.  My only other comment is that I’m relieved that Diana isn’t moving us off to the Virgin Islands for a few months to avoid the fall out from a different result.

Saturday continued with the removal of the family room curtains and rods.  We’ve never really liked them and decided to see what the room looks like without them – very bright and open but lacking something at the top of the windows.  The sconces look even more ornate and outdated without the curtains – that’ll be the next project.  I was just informed about the best website to shop for replacements.

Meanwhile, in California, Will was celebrating his 32nd birthday.  Is it even possible that he could be that age?  What would you guess would be his chosen way to celebrate?  If you’ve listened to him wax on about his racing BMW then you’ll have a good idea.  Yes, he took the race car to the racetrack.  Seems to know what he’s doing as he posted the fastest laps of the group he was with.  Of course if you’re going to the track you have to look the part – including a custom made helmet that matches the colour scheme of your car (shown here in a photo shoot in some fancy video recording studio).

Sunday started with hanging all the art and pictures that we brought back from the Austin apartment.  You are correct – it has taken us just over 3 months to get around to this project – we had ruminate on all the possible locations for the pictures.  We found a good home for all the pieces and they are all perfectly level.  Diana had some excellent mounting tools that made the task quiet pleasant.

The wind picked up in the afternoon, blowing mountains of leaves from the tree in our neighbours’ yard into the pool .  Not to worry – pool girl D has been busy scooping out leaves and emptying the skimmer baskets all day.

As I post this, the Cowboys (2-6) are beating the undefeated Pittsburg Steelers (7-0) with their fourth string quarterback who is playing his first NFL game.  Hard to believe and likely won’t last – but one can dream.

I watched a BBC documentary on the original Tubular Bells by Mike Oldfield.  This was really enjoyable with Oldfield demonstrating various bass, guitar and keyboard parts.  Tubular Bells was the album that started Richard Branson on his way to creating the Virgin empire.

The commentary on how the initial theme changes from 7 beats to 8 beats per bar in alternating bars, capturing our brains as they work to figure out the difference versus a constant 7 or 8 beats per bar which would become monotonous, was quite interesting.  I can remember listening to this album in high school and being sucked in right away – something completely different and original.

I haven’t quite finished “Anxious People” by Fredrik Backman yet.  Last week I raved about how much I was enjoying this creative book.  This week I’m not quite as enthusiastic – still really enjoying the writing and the development of the crazy cast of characters, but things are starting to drag a tiny bit.  I’m looking forward to the ending and will have more to say about this next week.

In the music department here’s a tune from Tubular Bells III that I enjoyed revisiting this week – really good guitar that sounds great in the new shower:

I watched the first episode of “Long Way Up”, a new documentary where Ewan McGregor plans an electric motorcycle expedition from the southern tip of South America to Los Angeles.  The trip is expected to take 3 months and I’m interested to see how things unfold with brand new model electric Harley Davidson motorcycles and all that could wrong with that.  The show started with this song from the Stereophonics – a very underappreciated band:

And finally, a Dylan song from the “Infidels” album, produced by Mark Knopfler in 1983 (apparently one of Joni Mitchell’s top 15 songs):