Days of Petanque: With a cherry on top

Subject: Days of Petanque: With a cherry on top

Date: March 22, 2020 at 9:53:23 AM PDT

Just when I think Mother Nature is out to get us (and I might be forgiven for thinking that these days) she puts one of these in the sky. It's as if she were to say, "Here you are you ungrateful little pig. Is it not enough that you have a visual feast every waking moment of your life. Must you have desert as well? With a cherry on top?" 

If I were to meet her on the street, I'd say, "Presentation is important." Yeaqh, like that would go over well. It reminds me of a printer I worked for in my youth. Talking about clients who were never satisfied, he'd say,  "You give 'em gold leaf—they don't want gold leaf."

On the plus side of our virus crisis—plenty of parking, on the square, on the weekend. We take our plus sides where ever we can find them.

Drove by the courts on the way home. Sad. Very sad to see our erstwhile convivial courts abandoned to the usual "others" gathered around the bbq. And I must report, less than six feet apart! Who knows? Maybe it's Mother Nature culling the herd. And after all the unkind things I said about her.

Selling real estate in the wine country I feel it is my duty to take pictures of vineyards in all their states. And if some kind soul will throw in some interesting clouds and a rainbow to boot, so much the better. Who am I to complain?

I had not seen Robert in quite a while. Does anyone have a status update on him?

These following two are for no other reason than to wax nostalgic about a time when entering someone's three foot personal space might be uncomfortable but not an action subjecting one to arrest, fine, imprisonment, or all three. You know. The good old days of a few weeks ago.

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"No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path." ― Gautama Buddha, Sayings Of Buddha

Oh. Sure. Easy for him to say. He's the Buddha. No ten thousand steps for him. He was born the Buddha.

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A man who is stuck in the past,

Will answer quite curtly when asked,

Where did you go?

What do you know?

(Said) "Who knew it went by so fast?"

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"The past is never where you think you left it." ― Katherine Anne Porter

"The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind." ― Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss