Oxygen

I love oxygen.

I need so much oxygen.

And these days, thankfully . . .

. . . I'm getting my fair share of it . . .

. . . bucketloads of it . . .

. . . wheelbarrows full.

There is no shortage of that delicious Oxygen out there . . .

. . . Breathe.

75 Minutes

My life is all of a sudden constructed of an-hour-and-15-minutes chunks of time.

My daily walk is an-hour-and-15-minutes . . .

. . . and the world is beautiful out there.

Yes, I do typically go a little farther afield than the Field, but it sure is gorgeous these days . . .

Hey, wait a minute. That's not the world . . . that's our Kat Murphy!

Anyway.

The drive to my mom's house takes an-hour-and-15-minutes.

Safe-Distance-Luncheon with my Mom in her driveway? You guessed it. An-hour-and-15-minutes

The drive home?

Why yes! An-hour-and-15. I didn't take any photos because I was driving, but man, did it feel exhilarating to be on the Open Road.

Zooming with friends? . . .

. . . fit right into the newly-defining time slot. That's our Zoom set-up. Mistah insists on using that reflector so we are seen in good light.

And speaking of Mistah . . .

. . .  there he is!

And see that beautiful-looking drinkie-poo on the left of the speaker?

She's ready for her close up . . . 

The only thing that doesn't take an-hour-and-15 minutes in this new life of ours . . .

. . . is Fielding. Fielding is eternal and infinite and a world of zen-like bliss . . .

. . . okay, that may be too much bliss.

But speaking of Field Blissfulness . . .

 . . . stay tuned . . .

. . . we've got some exciting blissful projects developing . . .


HBMBC!

Two Three Four!

One million years ago, we went to a concert at the Garde, and I talked about it because the Mavericks played one of our all-time favorite Mavericks songs -- just for us! -- that we like to call . . .

. . . Two Three Four!

Well, we don't get to go to concerts now. And well, we don't get to do a lot out there in the outer world any more. But, hey, we do get to do a lot in the inner world.

The Mumsie Orchid, for example? Well, she loves the inner world. Plus she loves the Mavericks too . . .

Wait, let me show you. Ready, Mumsie Orchid . . . ?

Hit it!

All You Ever All you ever do is bring me down 

Making me a fool all over town 

They all wonder why I wear a frown 

That's 'cause honey all you ever do is bring me down 

That's 'cause honey all you ever do is bring me down 

Honey all you ever do is bring me down . . . 

. . . Two . . .

. . . Three . . .

. . . Four!

Wait a second. Raul Malo's going to have to change the lyrics.

Puzzling Behavior

We had a long discussion about jigsaw puzzles during the book club I attend with Mom a couple of months ago -- back in the olden days of 15 or 20 people gathered in a room together, sitting next to eachother and breathing on eachother . . . remember those days?

Mom and I -- both NYTimes crossword enthusiasts -- poopoo-ed the whole idea of jigsaw puzzles, despite Megan's protestations they they are relaxing, and zen-like in their demand for focus and attention. It's not that Mom and I considered them lesser and pedestrian and somehow unworthy, not really . . . or . . . well . . . maybe we did.

I wish I had a jigsaw puzzle now.

Actually, I wish I had access to the New York Times paper puzzles, but although we subscribe online, I don't actually want to get the physical daily paper because 1) I prefer to keep my head buried in the sand and 2) who can get away from the constant news anyway? Nobody, that's who.

So while I do not have a daily puzzle to keep me entertainingly diverted, what I do have is this puzzle supplement the Times puts out once or twice a year, which my friend Louis gave me a few months ago. A few of the puzzles I tore through immediately because holy moly do I love this kind:

. . . and this kind:

. . . and this kind:

. . . and of course, there's the Big Daddy which is fun and easy and which I've been doing a little bit of every day:

The other day, though, when I was opening up the section to work on a little bit of said Big Daddy, the front cover caught my eye and I became immediately enamored and set to work.

The instructions are bananas:

But then it all became a little more clear and I involved Mistah and we've been chipping away at it all weekend long . . .

Oh yeah. We've practically invented fun around here . . .

So, no. No, I don't have a jigsaw puzzle. But I do have this one up next:

Bring it.