April 21, 2025
Tons of friends' birthdays today and it was Patriots Day and Earth Day and whatever day you wanted to celebrate.  
Getting out the door this morning and to the pool was a major undertaking.  I have the use of Diane's car for the next 10 days and it is a hybrid.  This morning I couldn't get it to start because the emergency brake was on and I couldn't figure out where the brake was or why it would keep the car from turning over.   Anyway, I finally figured it out, but it made me 5 minutes late to my class and then there was no parking space.  You get the idea.
Lunch was with Thane, who I saw at the 40th birthday party for TLP for the first time in years.  COVID really did interrupt friendships.  The last time I saw Thane's daughter she was almost 3, she's 10.   He was at my 70th b'day party, but it's just been not often enough.  Today we talked for 2 and half hours and I didn't make it in time to help at the Earth Day celebration.   


The day is ending superbly though.  Clara and I had a wonderful dinner and divided this piece of decadence.   Not a good idea, but it was not too sweet, and we divided it, now come on.    That's ok, right?   

Friendship and food,  makes for a pretty perfect day.  All I needed was a heron siting.  Tomorrow.   







 

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