Sunday, May 1st

The day I escaped my mothers womb 46 years ago. I woke up with the same cold, but feeling a little bit better.

Decided to got to my friend Cal’s for an afternoon brunch. Luckily for him and Kaki, and everyone involved,  I was somewhat out of it and thus completely unsuspecting and unaware that there was a huge surprise party planned for me.  This even though one of the guests rolled up to the door just as we arrived.  I wrote it off since it was Greg Piper, and it was totally feasible he was just randomly biking by.

This was just the medicine I needed to lift my cold – at least for the afternoon. And it was a good practice run for the big dinner I’m having on May 15th.

I received several lovely gifts, one in particular I would like to note that came from Lizzie Ross. Somehow she had a roll of film that was taken at my son Dillon’s high school graduation seven years ago.  She selected the best one and had it framed.  It was one of the most surprising gifts I received, and also the loveliest. Thank you, Lizzie.