Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be, across the nation, and across the world. It is just after 7:30 a.m. in "The City."

The sun will rise this morning @ 6:05 a.m. and set later @ 9:27 p.m. Once again, the same as yesterday.

I have decided to dispense with my regular blog efforts and just do a truncated version today.

Yesterday, we watched episode #2 of season #1 of a new series entitled Poldark. Once again, a period piece set in England, this one set just after the American Revolution.

We had more salad from our deck garden. It tasted great. My tomatoes and peppers are doing well.

I have to water today.

I finished my novel earlier this morning.

I was reminiscing about life as a father since we are approaching Father's Day on Sunday.

Adam and I used to try to attend a car show somewhere. Once we went to a location, Maryville Academy in Des Plaines, IL. I think we also went to one near a Riverboat Casino, but I can't seem to recall the city. The hazards of age, or just the long span of elapsed time? I dunno, but I can't seem to recall.

I miss not being able to see my children, Adam and Steph on Father's day. I'm relatively certain that Mary missed seeing them on Mother's Day last May.

I miss the annual Coast Guard Festival and the arrival of the Coast Guard ships in late July.

I miss "The Season."

I miss the annual Coast Guard Car Show.

I miss being able to go out to a restaurant when we have no other plans.

I miss being able to take long walks with Mary and the fur-children.

I miss my monthly Irish Jam Sessions. The next one would have been tomorrow.

Here is a pic of Larry Halverson and Tim Staudacher of Uneven Ground as they jam and enjoy Larry's retirement from the Loutit District Library.

I miss my monthly Coffee and Coloring sessions at the library with Kerry Fitzgerald.

I miss the library.

I miss the way things will never be again.

I miss just being retired with no specific plans.

Life is good, so who am I to complain? In reality, I know that this too shall pass. However, it feels good to vent sometimes.

Oh well, with a bit of luck and a new POTUS in 2021, maybe next year.

Ciao.