Poor old granddad, I laughed at all his words

Scenes from yesterday & today...



Wookie.



This weekend was one for the scrapbook. If I had a scrapbook. And kept scraps.



Josh, we finally had corn snow. It was some sweet, slushy, sunny cream cheese snow.



When I write, I like to play one song on repeat, over and over. I am not sure why. A theme, maybe. I also like to go back and excise unnecessary words. As a rule, adverbs are superfluous.



It was the usual year-end madness at Big Sky.



We had such fun. In fact, I can't believe how much fun I have on a day-to-day basis.



And why not? It beats practicing law.



Often, I was paid - a lot - to be an asshole.



I was good at it.



I look back and shake my head.

I work as a professional now, but it is different. I don't have to be a dick on a daily basis.



Sometimes, though, to keep my skills sharp, I act like a complete dick for no reason.



I don't feel any real need to provide captions or explanations for the photos any more.



You don't care, do you?



I used to hate Steely Dan. Now I love Steely Dan. What happened? Age? Receding hairline? Middle age?



Guadaljara won't do.



I am nervous about my niece's heart surgery this Friday. I really shouldn't write about it, because my sister and my parents read this... but it helps. I am driving to Portland for it. Lucy is a special kid. She is really sweet. She has a good heart. God bless her.



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