Had an outside lunch with son Greg, his Punjabi surgeon friend, Jody, and his wife Heather, and Greg Smith who was a classmate of Greg’s in high school.
Playing with Val, Greg’s 16 month old yellow lab who is constantly underfoot. He is now jumping by himself in the pool and getting out and jumping in again over and over…shaking himself on us each time. “OMG, close the door!”
Son Doug calls from Salem, Oregon
Greg gives me a knife to carry for protection when I travel. He worries about me. Gives me a lecture called the Color Code of Mental Awareness
White: Unaware of any threat in your immediate surroundings
Yellow: Aware of your immediate environment
Orange: Aware of specific, potential threat; continue to observe
Red: Aware of specific, real threat; no doubt in your mind
Black: The line in the sand is crossed by your assailant
I clean and polish all of Greg’s stainless steel cookware
Noi, my Thai friend Skype-chats me from Bangkok.
A high school classmate visiting here in Las Vegas will drive over to see me.
Great Greek dinner last night with Greg and erstwhile girlfriend, Adela, at a Greek restaurant
Naps during the afternoon.
In other words I am no longer aware of any danger in my environment. It’s nice. But Greg says I should always be aware. Ok, so I usually am when I travel. But I figure an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
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