It’s another blog milestone, after paying for a fifth year of Go Daddy website services – #1800 is about to unfold. It seems like it should be something monumental instead of another day in the life of its writer. It does happen to be the first NFL Sunday of the season as Labor Day is now behind us. I might have been writing this from Tahoe but fires forced travel evacuation and so here I am at home. The daily 3.1 mile run is thankfully done and we have little planned for the day, so I’m facing a full slate of nothingness with the exception of putting out the trash. 

The week ahead is equally uncommitted, although I’m sure we’ll do “Matinee Monday,” “Tourist Thursday,” and “Date Night.” We’ll also undoubtedly head to the beach one afternoon and spend an evening on our new patio furniture that will finally be delivered this week. Tonight we’ll discuss our finances, watch the new episode of Nine Perfect Strangers, and try to find a new series to keep us entertained. Evenings are the one time of day where we actually sit together since my wife is so busy with her “camp” activities while I retreat to my office. She’s staying very active with dog walking, bicycle riding (once it cools off), yoga, shopping, water aerobics or walking, cooking, video games, and now tap dancing while I usually relax.

We met with a former co-worker yesterday after nearly 16 years of going our separate ways. They are relocating to Orlando, so I’m sure we’ll see them more often. We’ve already scheduled a second date now that we’ve thoroughly covered the past. They are currently living temporarily in the subdivision just north of us at her sister’s second home. Her parents also reside in this area, with her father bartending on Friday nights at the local Italian-American Club. I think he served me a drink about a month ago before I was aware of the connection. Memories of their wedding 27 years ago brought us back together on Facebook several months ago, leading to this reunion. 

There is apparently one more thing I need to tend to today. I’ve just been informed that it’s time to bring in the Halloween boxes from storage. It’s that spooky time of year that coincides with pigskin coverage, so I think back to a Colts football game years ago on Halloween Eve where I dressed as a George Dickel Whisky bottle and wore pink tights – “I’m Dickeled Pink to be here” was the common theme of our three outfits, with one friend dressing as running back Eric Dickelson, while the other was my twin Dickel. (See Post #260). That was back in the early days of writing this daily feature about a story that happened a few years before I ever met this couple we reunited with yesterday.