Sunday, March 18, 2012

Fog City

Well a week of steady rain has subsided. Of course the common theme is, "we need it," and we did. The mountains got a ton of snow, which bodes well for the spring run off. Being housebound for most of last week coincided nicely with the start of March Madness. Consequently I was obliged to watch championship basketball from mid-morning until mid-night, hardly noticing the extreme weather outside. I should feel guilty for such a waste of time, but I don't. I don't hold time in such high regard as most, and I'm sure that is a personal flaw. I'll dwell on it when I get a moment.
Today the sky cleared and the brisk winds dried the landscape. We celebrated our St. Patrick's Day luncheon at the SF Lawn Bowling Club, consisting first, of a draw game of 14 ends, followed by a festive corned beef and cabbage feed. Everyone was in fine spirits, and the majority wore a bit of the green, honoring their psychological connection with the Irish in us all. Well sports fans, my recliner beckons for one final b-ball game before the weekend ends.