Point Made

There are always the Grandkids. They are reason enough for going back, and it always will be. But there's more. I have tried, pretty successfully, I think, to keep in touch with many of my friends in Wisconsin. Len Nagler and I will be going to a Packer Game while I'm there. John B and I will have breakfast. We will talk about getting old gracefully (It's not a pretty process). My son-in-law Dan and I will share our sorrows about the Badgers' failure to look respectable against their SEC opponents. He feels bad. I live with it. Michelle Mooney is going to let me stay with her while I visit the Milwaukee Film Festival. I expect to see Leon, Jon, Charles, Ken, Bill, Larry, Jeramey, Dave, Tom, and Harry. I already have a date for lunch with Whitney. I know I'll see Sis, Mary, Cathy, Darlene, Carolyn, and Anne. So, it's not that I've slipped the tethers and floated away. My roots are still in Wisconsin, and those roots are what will bring me back again and ag...

As many of you know, Maria suffers from SAD . This was getting worse every year. As I explained to some of our friends, it wasn't the snow or the cold so much as the seemingly endless stretches of cloudy days in a Wisconsin winter. I can accurately report that Louisiana is a cure for that problem. I log the weather every morning in my journal. The usual entry looks like this. Morning temperature, the mid-seventies,  Skies Fair Wind, Calm Barometer, 30 inches Dewpoint, the mid-seventies Predicted high, the low to mid-nineties Feels like temperature, the mid-nineties to low one hundred Chance of rain 20% My doc says I can't wait any longer. As if my ankle fusion and two knee replacements aren't enough, I'm having my varicose veins zipped out. Since there is a recovery period, I'm waiting until I return from my visit to Wisconsin. My doc tells me that once the veins are out, the water retention that has been plaguing me will go away, and I will have ...