Haven’t put down any thoughts since my bizarre, manic outburst of last Wednesday. Too much sturm und drang at home, too much going on at work…

Little things. I guess there are dozens of platitudes about how “it’s the little things that count”. But truly, sometimes just the smallest touches can make a difference. I ordered something from a friend’s business and she stuck in a very nice notepad with a little message on the front page. “Enjoy”. That’s all it said. That little note made my day. I enjoy hearing from her, but it was more than just that. I was a nice thought and now I have it, preserved. Not ephemeral, like the spoken word, but frozen so that I can put it somewhere and look at it once in a while when I need a nice thought.

Went to the Maryland Wine Fest on Saturday. Would seem as shame to miss it as it’s at the Farm Museum, a mere ten-minute drive from the house. I’d ride my bike if I weren’t afraid of falling off on the way home (been there, done that). Man, does that thing bring them out of the woodwork. The oh-so sophisticated set shows up in force. Guys with Dweezil Zappa glasses, women with grape vines woven in their hair. It’s a great place to get mellow and watch other people. They always have good music there, too. A jazz ensemble, some blues, a Dixieland group and, of course, Big Cam and the Lifters. Now how could you not go for a group with a name like that? They’re pretty much a staple of the local scene. They play 50s stuff and do so quite well.

Has anyone else ever had this conversation? A while ago I got new tires for my wife’s vehicle. The next weekend I got a pair for mine. She demanded to know what sort of tires I gotten for mine. I assured her they were the cheapo house brand. “Good”, she said, “But you did get a set of decent tires for mine, right?” Just in case you think this is a departure from the norm, I’m currently running her cast-offs on my vehicle. I’m driving on the tires that were too worn for her.

Wife goes out of town again tomorrow. Only for one night, though. But a night of peace is a night of peace, so I’ll take it. Woke up Friday night to her yelling at me. I have no idea what I did to offend her WHILE I WAS ASLEEP, but there it is. Found out if you REALLY want to piss a woman off, roll over and go back to sleep while she’s berating you. I just wasn’t interested. Still don’t know what I did.

Well, time to get out of here. Did some things right today, better hit the road before I ruin my record.