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What’s top of my mind: Houseguests. Chums from Chicago arrive this Saturday and there is work to be done. The guest room needs attending as does the house in general. They are not picky fellows so things being sparkling and tidy is more about my needs and nature. The worse case scenario: I can do it all on Friday night after work. I believe Someone has some time this week to attend to things; he does a better job at housecleaning anyway.


Where I’ve been: The gym. I cannot remember when I last went to the gym. I stopped going when the omicron variation started , knowing full well nobody at the gym wears masks or even washes their hands. Oh the horror. I was dubious to return, but I wore my mask and kept my hands to myself. I was the only one in the place wearing a mask besides one custodian. It felt good to be doing something again. Later this week I will slowly restart weights for I feel bad about my body.


Where I’m going: The opera. This weekend The Met is doing “Ariadne auf Naxos”. The gimmick: Act I is about a rich man having hired two theatre companies to entertain him after he has a dinner party. One group will put on the austere Greek tragedy “Ariadne auf Naxos”; the other group is doing a bawdy vaudeville. In Act I the two companies fight which one should go on first. At the end of Act I, the butler tells them to combine the two shows into one, as the rich man is tired but he paid for both of them so do it. The tragedians are horrified but the vaudevillians assure them they will improvise and make it swell. Act II is watching “Ariadne auf Naxos” done with these impromptu shenanigans. Jolly good fun !


What I’m watching: The sunrise. It’s that time of year when I get to work just before the rising sun is seen from comes my office window. My face lights up from the feeling; it makes me feel grateful I have another day, more Life.


What I’m reading: The same books. I’m reading several at the same time, on and off, as I feel fancy to do. Updates:

In the biography of Lafayette, it is 1790 and Mr. L is having a difficult time staying neutral helping both sides. The loyalists feel he is betraying Louis #16 and the lefties feel he’s a toady to the establishment. This is not going to turn out well, I just knows it.

Meanwhile, over in Mr. Fielding’s novel, Tom Jones is flirting with a handful of women, written in long superfluous 18th century sentences that make my eyes cross.

The Three Investigators are hot on the trail of “The laughing shadow’. They are presently in great danger as is the wont just before all works out well and justice is served as it always does in young person’s mystery novels.

‘The little black book of lent’ reminds me to take a few minutes today to reflect on charity, mercy, and forbearance which matter more to G-d than anything else.


What I’m listening to: Hildegard von Bingen and The Mystics. Every Lent I get out the albums of Ms. Bingen’s rock group and hear again her greatest hits like “Columba aspexit” and “O ignis spiritus”. It’s like ZZ-Top with better lyrics.


What I’m eating: Bland stuff. I have given up the hot sauces and chile-condiments for forty days, somewhat out of the spirit of ‘giving up something for Lent” but mostly to try to down-regulate my taste buds. Over time they are demanding more and more heat. What’s the point of nuanced cooking if I apply Sambal oelek to everything like ketchup. The wee-beasties of my entrails could use a break as well. Let’s see if by Easter if I can taste things as they are.


Who needs a good slap: Somebody at work. In a recent discussion at work, someone lectured me on ‘what I should be doing” with patients about a certain type of medication. I did not take kindly to being told how to practice Medicine, especially from a newbie and who isn’t a colleague either. Let’s see if this happens again. Better not.

On my 1-5 scale, I give thems teaching grandmother how to suck eggs, one slap.


What I’m planning: An avocado plant. I recently had an avocado* so I once again trying to grow one from seed. In 2020/2021 I tried several times and none of them worked out. A few plants got as far as being one foot tall but upon transfer to outside pots they all died.


What’s making me smile: Wordle. All my chums are doing this, so I thought to give it a try. I do well with it, probably because I’m an old-hand at puzzle games, especially the word-based ones. I smile a bit when I solve the puzzle in fewer steps than my peers.

*I cut the avocado in half, removed the pit, and I placed two eggs in the holes. I sprinkled them with salt and pepper and baked them for twenty minutes for breakfast. They were good; I ate them with relish.

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