Blown Away

A fierce wind howled through the Bay Area today. Those of us who are Soccer Moms have wind-burned faces tonight.



It was also another day of the Japanese Cherry Blossom Festival. You know, sake in a box, Sapporo in a bag, and kids dressing up as anime characters.



Baby plums are swelling on our tree. This year, I must make jam.

It was a bad day for my soccer stars, both losing for the first time this season, 0-3 and 0-6. Yuck.

It's a much better season for my fantasy baseball teams: the Mafia are in first place; the Burritos are in second place.

We bought fish in Japantown -- sawma. I've been trying to convert to fish as much as I can from my voracious meat-eating habit. The transition is not really very difficult because I think of my childhood, and my Dad out on the lake, catching our dinner.

I've always loved fresh fish, cooked over an open fire.

But, hey, I'm part-Scottish, too, so tomorrow night, it'll be lamb roast.

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