So here's a pretty picture of my dad wandering through the Crescent City harbour during the 2015 winter holiday.
The recent years have been full of growth, discovery, simplification, refocus, and a tendency toward stability. I'm grateful to see that learning never stops.
The coming year will see contributions to travel and memories rather than my IRA. There's a time and place for each; I know they say "buy low,"but __ is beckoning.
It's sunny and warm and I've been planting a garden. Things are blooming, like winter's Lincoln Peas and wildflowers.
I'm producing a concert next week and I should probably listen to that violin concerto that the conductor is so crazy about. And find a French horn sub.
There's a new breakfast spot in town that serves beignets and delicious coffee that doesn't make me buzzy. It's part of my (new) week. And still a bit of a local secret.
The most recent discovery has been scotch. Scotchy scotch scotch, I like you peaty and thick and like I'm chewing on campfire smoke.
Speaking of which, I'm due for a good sleep under the stars. It's been some days.
pax!
