I have no idea why tiddly winks came to mind this morning, but I do know if I don't get them out of my brain pan, out there into the fire of the day, it won't be good for anybody crossing my path. I'm pretty sure I don't need to hunt down and play with some but it's early yet. In fact, after finding this page, I think it's toddled out of my system working like a rehash trivia vaccination, I feel safe for the next decade or so. Note: I spell it Tiddly Winks because...I do.
|As you can tell, Judy is....speechless. Or something like speechless. I think.|
A few of us got together at Dinghy Dock yesterday to give Judy a send off until next year. The plan was to have a couple Happy Hour drinks and then move along to dinner but since the line waiting for the dining room to open (for dinner, it's about as open as a room can get on any other score) went from the bar, up the stairs and to the street, we decided to take ourselves to a front porch instead.
Naturally, one of the handful of nights I think I'm actually going out to dinner is during Semana Santa., something like a desire to take a casual stroll across Times Square on New Year's Eve. Ah well, it was a memorable time anyway. With much practice, we do 'adapt and roll with it' well here.
|The not-sister sisters. I love the expression on the face of the guy at the bar. Read it as you wish.|
This morning dawned with a calm, glassy start, wrapping the bay in hushed stillness that was quickly broken by a fishing boat heading out to deeper waters. And that's okay.
Have a wink-able Wednesday. Do something wonky.