California Coastin’ There are lots of things I like about California living. First and foremost among them is the casual dress climate we enjoy here in San Diego. Almost the biggest decision I make all year long is when I shift from shorts to long pants and vice versa as the weather cools. I noted that this weekend was due to be a slightly cooler weather weekend with temperatures in the mid-60s with a slight…
Going Back to Work When people ask me if I’m retired, I usually start by saying yes, then I sort of hedge myself by saying that I keep active by teaching and doing expert witness work. I think I am done saying that I teach, but I am busier than ever with expert witness work, having, at least for the moment, a very regular flow of activity from a handful of cases. Since May of…
Sleeping Late Over the past month or so I have noticed several changes. To begin with, my daily workout schedule, mixing gym training twice a week and swimming the other days, intermingled with an abundance of yard work has all made me much more physically solid. I notice that my belly is rock hard from all the core work and that my arms and shoulders are much more muscled than they used to be. My…
Russian Garden It’s a crisp Saturday morning in late October and I have nothing on my agenda today before going with Kim to a Halloween party this evening. For that party, I will be dressing up as I have several years past as a Russian. This is less a political statement on my part than it is an attempt to make sense out of keeping a large Russian fur hat that I acquired 35 years…
In the Still of Autumn Is it just me or has everything sort of gone quiet all of a sudden? I know the world is on the precipice primarily because of the Israel/Hamas/Gaza situation as Israel pauses before making a ground incursion into Gaza. I know that the fighting Ukraine continues, but that Ukrainian fighters are infiltrating Crimea and sending more an more drones to attack Russian positions in Eastern Ukraine and in Russia itself.…
Walking Myself Home I just read a beautiful story in the Washington Post about a man who spent a year of his life caring for his cancer-ridden wife until the moment of her death. He described it as walking her home. Many people over the years have written about these final moments, and we have seen movies like Terms of Endearment, that capture the wistfulness of someone beloved’s last moment of consciousness. But despite the…
Secret Gardens As I’ve mentioned recently, I characterize my property as having 30 or so separate gardens. Perhaps that’s just a reflection of how easily I can, or cannot, manage the scope of my gardening. But nonetheless, I do attack my gardening in segments that reflect my thinking or at least my aesthetic interests of the moment. I have always thought that compared to many people I have a pretty good three dimensional sensibility about…
Feeling Better In my morning review of my normal news feeds, I happened upon an article in Apple News about a 77-year-old bodybuilder named Joan. It seems that she has become somewhat of an Instagram influencer under the heading “trainwithjoan”. Apparently, back when she was 70 or so, she was a bit of a physical mess, declining rapidly into old age and decrepitude…like us all. That was when her daughter, who is a fitness buff,…
Adjusting to Form There are times when everything in the garden seems perfect and stable. There’s been enough sunshine and enough water and the weather has not been too hot or too cold. Everything is prospering and there is no reason to make changes just for changes sake. There are whole stretches of time when that seems to be the case and nothing is amiss. And then there are other times when everything seems to…
Memorabilia Wall When I was a kid growing up in Maine, my friend next door, Jimmy, had a step-father that had been an acclaimed Boston journalist. I remember wandering into his study one day and marveling at a wall that was covered in photographs of him with famous people, some of who I recognized and some who I probably should have better recognized. He told me that this was his memorabilia wall and that it…