I went to a mixer for one of the business groups I belong to.  I do these things to network.  I am focused on maintaining referrals for my practice.  Due to work, I was a bit late and I discovered two dear friends were already there.  I had invited them.  I joined them at their table and sat there the entire time.  I was aware there were unfamiliar faces at the event, probably people worth meeting as I seek to network.  I did not.

I will never master this process, I suspect.


I was engaged in a conversation with my daughter and her friend about pillows.  Julie specializes in this subject as she has likely tried all pillows in her pursuit of one she likes.  I disclosed that I have had my pillow for over 40 years and the looks on their faces and their grunts suggested they did not believe it was wise to have a pillow that long.  I was not convinced, but I saw some displayed at Costco.  They were king size, so I refrained.  Mine is a queen.  I reflected and decided to give it a try.  I loved it.  I bought a king size pillow cover, but my current pillowcase is a bit small.

Off to shop for my new investment today.  Likely less than 40 years.  I have aged.


Went to visit Julie.  The last morning we decided to have breakfast out before being dropped at the airport.  Breakfast went quickly.  Decided to go shopping.  Worked well to be dropped at the airport as anticipated.  I had checked on my flight.  On time.  Got to gate; delayed 20 minutes.  Ended up leaving over an hour late.

Could have slept later.


On Ari’s 11th birthday, he will be in three countries.  He will be leaving France, transferring planes in Amsterdam, and ending in Norway.  I told him I hope his family will learn to sing Happy Birthday in all three languages.

Let’s see what happens.


Isaac and Ari came over for a sleepover.  They are older now, and we don’t do this as often as we did.  I suggested we go to the Oakland Zoo as I have maintained a membership since they have enjoyed going there for seven years.  We do so infrequently now, I do not intend to renew.  On the way there, we talked about what we would see and do. The parking lot was full when we got there.  It was Memorial Day weekend and, apparently, a favored venue.  We drove a bit, along with many other cars, and parking was not available nearby.  I was not interested in walking a mile to the zoo.  We left.

That may have been our last Oakland Zoo venture.


When I visited my dear friend Linda, I met her adopted dog Gabriel.  We took him to a very large dog park in Seattle where dogs who enjoy the water can take a swim.  There were many at the park that day.  The dogs are not leashed.  As we walked, Gabriel would do his own thing: he smelled other dogs, explored the grounds, and ran.  He always stopped and checked where we were, and he stayed within eye view.  We walked for a long time.

When we got home, Gabriel took a nap.  End of story.


I went to the Chihuly Museum in Seattle for the first time.  I found most of the visitors were using their phone cameras to take pictures of the art or of each other.  People were posing and it was rude to walk in front of them as they were arranging to take a picture.  In one room, there were so many people taking pictures of individual hanging art pieces, that I could not get through to see them myself.  Why not buy a book of the artwork?

Another complaint about technology.


Had flowers delivered to my 101-year-old mother-in-law for Mother’s Day.  I do this every year representing the whole family.  When I spoke to her, she said she had not received them.  I checked with the front desk at the nursing home and they combed the facility and found no flowers.  It took three messages through their web site and three phone calls to arrange for another delivery of the flowers.

My time is valuable.

Mother’s Day

I value women who decide how they would like to celebrate Mother’s Day.  Too many are concerned they are going to hurt someone’s feelings, i.e. their children or their own mother.  Why is the priority, so often, to be more concerned about how others feel than about ourselves?  I know one woman who does not join a huge family celebration because she prefers to spend the day by herself.

What would you truly like to do?  I dare you.

A Highlight

Julie came to celebrate Passover with the family.  Erik and Ellen have the Seder at their home each year.  Carrie came to my home so that she and Julie and I went out for dinner the night before.  The next day, Julie went to SF to go shopping and have lunch with Carrie.  That night, after the Seder, Julie stayed at Erik’s home.  I love the interaction these three have with each other.  It has never changed.

They continue to touch my heart.