Good morning GH. It is just past 4:00 a.m. in "The City." Our current temperature is 69° as we drop to our overnight low of 59°, before the sun begins to warm us again after rising at 6:03 a.m. We had some T-storms last night which made poor Sugar the Weather Dog hasten to her hide-e-hole. I slept through the storms after Mary and I got back from downtown. Today, we are supposed to reach a high that is lower than our current temperature. We also anticipate that the chance of showers is 20%. Positive, I won't have to water and natural rainfall is always preferable. Monday, the chance of T-storms increases as does the high temperature, 60% and 75° respectively.

I have 57 more pages to highlight, and then my current portion of the project is complete. I'll have editing to do on Monday. Before that, just some reading, walking with the intrepid Weather Dog, and TV viewing. I am going to give myself a rest from guitar playing, as I spent two hours on Saturday afternoon jamming in our monthly Irish Jam session. While we had a somewhat smaller group, the sound we made was as good as anything that we have produced so far. I did what I often do upon returning home, I took to the internet to find some additional and more detailed copies of the music that I was unfamiliar with.

Given what I was able to do on the guitar more than two years ago, following my surgery, I am very pleased. We'll meet again in July and then take off the month of August to make way for a 40 stage and 80 act musical extravaganza that takes place in the Tri-Cities area on that same day. Several of the people who play in our sessions will be playing with other groups, so our attendance would be small and I can be a  spectator rather than a participant. As is often the case during the summer months, our jam session groups shrink as people have graduations, picnics, trips, other obligations, etc, to otherwise occupy their time.

Speaking of other activities, Mary and I journeyed downtown to observe the BMX bicycle contests that were part of the weekend activities in GH. Those contests were held in the downtown. There was also a Beach Survival Challenge, and a Sand Sculpture contest, logically at the beach, but they were earlier in the day, but neither of us wanted to walk that far. The BMX people were daring, and from our elderly perspective, foolhardy. When you are young you plan to live forever. As you age, you recognize that your life while full and long, is also finite. I also plan to be careful.

Given that Mary had already made a great dinner earlier in the afternoon/evening, and the fact that the restaurants are crowded during "The Season", we took advantage of it being the third Saturday of the month. That means that along with my Irish Jam Session in the afternoon, the Post was open for Karaoke in the evening. Cold beer, nice people, and Sally. Mary and I had never been there for Karaoke before, and we were surprised by the talents of some of the people that sang. Like I often say. "Who knew?" Then it was time to walk home and watch an old movie and get ready for bed.

In sports, the boys in blue lost their recently referenced swagger, as they fell to the Pirates 3 - 5. The boys play the Pirates again this afternoon at the "Friendly Confines." Still, two wins in a row is much better than multiple losses in a row. The Tigers hung a squeaker on the Indians, 5 - 4, to move back into first place in their division. My beloved Red Sox were also involved in a squeaker, but they lost to the As, 1 - 2. Sigh. The Caps in an error filled game, continued their winning ways, also winning a squeaker 6 - 5, over the Fort Wayne Tin Caps.

So today, I have prescribed more bed rest for my baking yak, a short walk with Sugar, the Nose that Knows, and then crossword puzzle solving and reading. I have to remind myself that I have two books on hold at the library. One is non-fiction, while the other is a fiction book I had to return before I could get to it. They need to be picked up by Tuesday and Wednesday respectively.

That looks like enough for one day. The sun will set at 9:27 p.m., as a waning crescent moon takes its place. Ciao.