38 days.  

Last weekend our Gotham picnic inspired a poem:   Seven years since I last took a swing,The bat feels strange, a heavy thing.Muscle memory, faint and slow,I grip the handle and give it a go.   The ball comes in my heart skips a beat,A rusty swing, unsure on my feet.But as it cracks, I feel the thrill—The love of the game is alive still.

As Thursday blogger Ben Geizhals often says, "That's a blog!", a slice of life which comes upon you with lightning speed, stares you in the face and inspires you to write it down before it floats away. This blog is inspired by my fellow (Lane 2) swimmer Monique Ruane who after reading last week's Friday With Fred blog asked

It is hard to express how perfect the weather in the New York area has been. The air conditioning can be turned off. Windows open. The air is crisp and clear and clean.Enjoy it while we can.

If you weren’t there this past weekend, you missed a wonderful Gotham Event, the Annual Picnic / Softball sponsored by Gotham Queens Member Matt Nowak from Ehrlich Pest Control.

Have you noticed?  Felt it in the air?  We are on a roll!    I am all charged up because of our Bring-A-Guest meeting yesterday.  Were you there?   I promise -- you should not miss the next one.  

I am frustrated.   I need a dress to wear to the dinner the night before my son’s wedding.  I quickly looked online at some of the department store websites near me. Then I went to the mall to look at and try on the dresses I had seen online.  

Last week’s blog teased about this week’s commentary. Cool for Cats is one of the signature songs by Squeeze; and the eve of the appearance last week’s blog found us with friends Jarmine and Eric at Mohegan Sun to see that wonderful band.