here and there, near and far.

I will never take the weather for granted. With TIME Magazine next to me, I'm currently writing on the front porch as a constant breeze comes through. It's a beautiful day in New England. What's more, with all the cold weather and unforgiving snow this winter I forgot how refreshing it is to walk at lunch during the work week. Thursday and Friday was prime walking weather, and getting a few strides in is ergonomically satisfying. Sometimes fresh air is all that’s needed.

There's basketball on in the background. It's currently the best three weeks on the sports calendar. March Madness is a distant level of utopia. The first two days have been memorable. It’s acceptable to get giddy for competition, upsets, half-court heaves and Gus Johnson’s lingo. Guy’s a bona fide orator. Rise and fire, rise are fire.

The girlfriend and I entertained last night for friends; some chicken cacciatore, mustardy potatoes, wine and other gems. It got good reviews from the clean plate club. All in all,  I love entertaining despite it sounding old fashioned or making me appear really old at 24. It's fun to kick back and watch everyone devour a dish. The girlfriend made a killer dessert too, check it out.


My sister's wedding is rapidly approaching. Hava Nagila! (It's almost June, Sammy!) In addition to walking my mother down the aisle, I'll be escorting the flower girl because she's too shy.  The sister's special day is the highlight of summer 2011...and Dispatch.

Now it's time to read and rest, as tonight we go buck for birthday festivities. The only downer this weekend is Dolly is not around. She’s doing her thing elsewhere but will storm Newton in the near future, shmatteh in tow.


And, of course:

-A very happy birthday to Eric and Alix.

-My congratulations to Bobby and Trisha as they will be bringing a baby girl into the world with unconditional love.