Seabreeze with two-thirds regular vodka, one-third cucumber vodka makes a sea-cucumber breeze. Jackie likes it.
Jackie: Walking from the study into the bedroom, I passed through a spot where it was actually cool.
Me: That’s because all the cools were heading for the staircase to go downstairs. It’s what they do.
Jackie: “It’s what they do.” That explains it.
Me (talking about putting sauce on pizza crust): And when I say spreadulated, I actually mean spreadificated.
Overnight lows in St. Croix look to range from 75 to 78. I don’t know if I can pack to handle wild swings like that. How many different weights of t-shirt can they expect me to fit into my carry-on?
Nothing like walking through tall prairie grass to clean up a pair of muddy boots.
I think it’s a good marker for well-being to wake up feeling like jumping out of bed. That doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with sometimes waking up and feeling like lazing in bed for a while.
Made Jackie’s drink with an extra dash of orange bitters: The summer shandy of martinis.
Observed on the drive to Allerton yesterday: Flooded fields with 4-inch high corn plants look like a lot like rice paddies.
It’s almost May Day! And I don’t have a May pole! But I do have a maple, so that’s okay.