When she was new, I told my pup that she was puppish. Then I started adding that she was puptastic, and later that she was puppelicious. Just lately I’ve realized that she should be described as pupstanding in her field. 🐕

The first periodic cicada of the year. Or, you know, the decade-plus.
I dragged Jackie out to see it. Because—you know—who knows how long it might be before she has another chance to see one?
(Yes, that’s a joke.)

Who knew that Albrecht Dürer wrote—and illustrated!—his own fencing manual? I ordered a copy of Dürer’s Fight Book: The Genius of the German Renaissance and His Combat Treatise.
It predates Meyer, and covers wrestling, dagger, longsword, and messer.

One signifier of a fast-approaching birthday (when you get to be my age) is that you get ads for life insurance. I mentioned to Jackie that we don’t need life insurance, and she said that it especially didn’t matter because she was counting on me to outlive her.
“For one thing, you’re younger than me. For another, you’re doing all you can to do so. Well, not to outlive me, but to live a long time.”
“I’ll admit,” I replied, “It’s getting rather late for me to die young.”