Winter Sports in the Afternoon

Most know I'm adverse to cold weather and winter.  Millions of years ago the planet was closer to the sun, insuring a year 'round toasty environment, and all was pretty much right with the world except for those dinosaur thingys...then some silly planet or comet (the remainder of which can be seen on a clear night) came streaking through space and bumped us into winter.  It's been many millions of years, and I've never forgiven that interstellar object.

In any event, there is little for a bike-riding, bad-swinging golfer to do in winter, so some form of exercise must be developed to keep the svelte shape to which so many are accustomed.  Today, thanks to my friends Adrian and Jo I exercised heavily for quite a few hours.

Adrian and Jo are from Wales.   Among other things Adrian imports that wonderful Lager you see on the table.  A couple of those may be mine.  They are heavier than they look.  (I mentioned I was exercising, didn't I?)

Their lovely flat near the L'Erde River just off the Ile de Versailles

I was going to explain Adrian to you, but then realized that there is none.  He comes bounding into my favorite watering hole wearing two-toned wings tips with a "spats" look, a big great coat, and a huge Bowery Boys cap cocked to one side.  He is curious, quick-witted, and capable of talking on any subject...and often does...and does...and...you get the picture.   I remember, when young, the Reader's Digest always had an essay each month entitled, 'The Most Unforgettable Character I've Ever Met.'  I'm thinking Adrian may be my candidate for that honor and this afternoon I met another character who can tell me all the stories.  He is Adrian's friend Sean from New York City.  They've been friends since '83 so I'm sure much information is to be had.

We were joined by Scott and Heidi, and Adrian and Jo's lovely daughter Eloise.

Scott is from Pennsylvania and Heidi from...you got it...Texas!!

I may have mentioned Adrian being able to talk about anything and often does.  He also works diligently to ensure he doesn't miss anything either.  Here he is continuing the conversation while busy.

Adrian prepared a wonderful meal of lamb, English peas, parsnips w/honey, potatoes and great wine.
(Lifting heavy forks is a form of exercises, right?)

After dinner we were treated to a rousing rendition of  New York, New York by Sean and Adrian.
(I think Eloise's earmuffs were defensive in nature.)

A nice quiet afternoon with a bunch of shy, withdrawn people.

Jo's turn.  A Puchini aria.











A wonderful Sunday afternoon.  Good times and good fun.  Laughter is a great form of exercise.