After a grueling three days off from work I had to go back. I am not sure how I will do it, working a full two hours longer than last week.
Kind of gray today, warming up a little into the mid thirties. Got a lot of work to do to get all this snow melted before tennis is supposed to stop. Can’t see it happening. We need the practice time.
Kind of a quite day. Nothing more than the usual.
When I got home I worked on the dulcimer for a little while. I thing from now on I will stick with the songs in Siefert’s book. They will get me where I need to go to short term and when I finally get the next two lessons it should help me get to the next level.
Went to the UD game with Pat. UD did’t play with the spark they had versus Xavier and Charlotte, but they got it done with a big run with about 8 minutes to go. Winning when you are not playing your best is the sign of a good team. UD just hasn’t been able to do that all the time.
Pat was telling me about a book, Survivors Club, sounds interesting. I will see if I can get it on tape from the library. Pat was also telling me about the fishing dog he saw. He was watching some guys fish off the beach. They would go out in the surf as far as they could and cast their lines. They would then make their way back to the beach to plant their poles in the sand and sit and watch the tips to know when they got a bit. This one guy had a dog that watched the pole very closely and would go crazy when the tip of the rod jiggled. The dog was always right.