Freshly Cut Grass

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon here. Kent just mowed the lawn. All the windows are open and the house is filled with the smell of freshly cut grass. I'm taking it all in. The leaves are starting to change color a bit and I, like them, am trying to hold on to the last signs of summer. It's a warm day, almost 80 degrees, but it doesn't feel that warm.

We went out to breakfast this morning as we always do. There were articles in the paper and commentary about the Boy Scouts. No doubt it has to do with their wanting to use Shady Beach. But when I saw the headlines, I decided that it was too nice a day to worry about anything. I closed the paper and started to people watch and day dream. I love day dreaming, contrary to what all my teachers told me to stop doing. “Bill, you will never amount to anything if you keep day dreaming...”. Some of the best ideas in the world have been thought about while day dreaming. Of course, I can't tell you what they are, because I'm too busy day dreaming.

As for amounting to something, well, I don't know if I amount to anything or not. People have said many times that I am an “interesting” and “unique” character. I think that's good. Of course, I suppose you could say the same thing about Klaus Barbie as well. But hopefully, I'm not comparable in character!

We are grilling pesto-marinated chicken tonight. I'm making a green salad and we'll have fresh bread and caramelized parsnips. It should be interesting. I like to try new things for dinner. And of course, a crisp Chardonnay will accompany it. So of you read this in time, stop by and have a bite.

By the way, I'm going to New York City in a couple of weeks. Is there anything at all to do there? ;-) I want to go to “ground zero” for the first time since 9/11. I'm sure it will be a very sobering experience. Other than that, I'd like to try out some different restaurants and clubs, not necessarily in Manhattan. The last time I was there, I had never had a martini in my life. I went into this bar, and the bartender asked me what I would like. I had no idea, so I asked, “What is that man drinking?” They both looked at me in astonishment and the man with the drink said, “Have you never had a martini?” I said, “No, can't say that I have.” The man then asked me to sit down next to him and he would introduce me to the different martinis.

Well, three martinis later, we are best friends. And yes, this was a straight bar, but just very friendly. We (Kent and a friend of ours) left the bar because we had dinner at DB Bistro Moderne, just a few blocks away. We had a great time.