Staying the night with the generous Zen monks of Sōji-ji was one of the highlights of our trip to Japan. There’s sometimes advantages to showing up unannounced on bicycles.
While I sip coffee, Vic earns the gratitude of the ladies who lunch. Or breakfast, as the case may be.
As our first Thanksgiving dinner at the Gardnovsky Gardens and Home for Wayward Pets, it was lovely to have such an unexpectedly large crowd.
Next year we’ll be around a new table with new folks, and I hope that I remember to make a toast to the folks that are here and with whom we’ve enjoyed the last three Thanksgivings very much.
You take one look at these pictures and if these guys aren’t tougher than any Alp climbing Euro race pro and more deserving of your respect and admiration, well then something is wrong with you.
I honestly don’t feel very nice when I don’t get my own way. It can, at times, make me feel downright hateful: as though the lumpish dark coal that is my heart-center is squeezing the bile out of my liver which flows around the far corners of the world.