Saturday Morning Surprise

We were sitting on the deck this morning, around 8am, when the fox trotted up the path from the lake. I didn't move, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. Bob turned to see him, and the fox ran off into the woods. I'm sure he thought it was a business-as-usual weekday, quiet and routine. The last thing he was expecting was company on the deck. He thought he'd have free and easy access to the squirrel peanuts and pizza crust. Good thing Tiffy was inside; that would have been interesting. That is why I keep a close eye on HRH Tiffy. She's moving slow these days, and sometimes yowls and seems confused. Poor thing; she's 16, at least. She's had a wonderful life here at Casa Berg.

Rainy Sunday

This is what happens on a rainy afternoon. The lethargy was palpable. We did attempt 9 holes but the thunder, lightning and half-inch hail put a damper on things. The fairways turned to swamp! We had to leave the course when they closed it. Went home wet. So this is what you get when it's dreary outside and the tv bulb is burnt out... so are the people in the house!

Four Year Finale

Seems like just yesterday we were dropping her off at the infamous D-House for her freshman year. Today it was a sea of black mortarboards, but one smiling face stood out from where we were watching in the balcony. It was a long afternoon... well over 1,500 in the College of Arts & Sciences, and she was the 13th to the last grad to walk. There were few left to cheer, but we did, and with pride. Go forth and prosper!

Hallowed Ground

Whodathunkit? Never thought I would be standing on the infield at Fenway park, looking at a billboard that I wrote. I snagged a pinch of the crushed brick of the warning track, and saved it in a vial for posterity. If only Dave Moody could have seen this!

Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the hummingbirds is? They're here! Bob put up the feeder last weekend, and two days later, a hummingbird was getting a snoot-ful. April 27.