Good evening GH. It is just past 8:40 p.m. What's that they say about better late than never? I went to bed last night and didn't get up until this morning. Ergo, no blog. I apologize to all my fans out there in the blogosphere. Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Our temperature in "The City" is a sultry for west Michigan 62°. I'll take that over the 40s and 50s we have been experiencing lately. Tomorrow, we expect that the temperatures will rise to the lower 60s once again, with a 0% chance of rain. That's all good. Tuesday is another matter. The temperatures will rise into the 60s once again, but the chance of rain will increase to 30% in the evening. The 19 mph winds will make it seem a lot cooler. Sugar the Weather Dog and I will be fine on Monday morning, but Monday night will be problematical.

My Saturday was great. I enjoyed my time at the Irish Jam session, as we played what felt good to us. Our audience was appreciative. I am improving each and every time. I never really learned to play well with others, being a mostly solo performer. So each time I do, I get better at collaborative playing. Plus, my shoulder ached a bit this morning, but by later in the day, it was fine. What's not to like.

Today I got the car ready for visitors and hopefully helped Adam solve a car puzzle long distance. I've done that before for him, once from San Francisco. He has been known to be a good sounding board for my mechanical conundrums too, so a fair trade I say. Otherwise, Mary, Sugar and I went for our morning walk. We encountered a bit of a problem, but it was resolved and all is now well. If Mary wants to share, she will. If not, consider the matter closed. Our intrepid weather dog is fine.

I should mention that Sugar the Sous Dog joined me in the kitchen on Friday, as I prepared mashed potatoes. She gladly helped me dispose of the unwanted skins. I like to think of her as a four legged disposal. She gets vegetable scraps and I don't have to waste things. A winner for all concerned. While it was Kite Fest weekend, Mary and I couldn't bring ourselves to face the hurricane west winds coming off the lake. I am sure that the winds made the kites fly well, but we weren't inclined to go see.

Oh well, the sun will be setting in a short while, at 9:04 p.m. under a Waning Gibbous moon, so I'll sign on again later if I am awakened by the trains. Ciao