Highlight of the weekend: watched Dirty Dancing again. I don’t know how many times I have seen it, but I am still inspired and I still cry.

Oh, to dance like that!

Paul McCartney did a two-and-a-half-hour show twice in two adjacent days. He is 80 years old. I consider him a great role model!

Onward.

I have friends leaving for Germany in two days and the second stage of travel is unconfirmed. Delta is canceling 100 regular flights because they are short-staffed. I am flying Delta to Florida in September.

No anxiety.

Watching Isaac run a mile track race. I remember seeing him crawl, walk, run, ride different size bikes, play soccer, play baseball. He loves the physical. He welcomes the challenge.

I walk.

I have been walking the same five routes at 6:30 AM for 26 months. Suddenly, today, more people walking, two racing to catch buses and new people with dogs. It is fascinating how minimal things like this catch my attention.

Very routinized.

Resumed our dinner group. We stopped when the pandemic began 26 months ago. It was so warm and fulfilling to be with them again. I love these people, but I truly cherish being around friends, family, and close acquaintances.

I am a people person.

A friend is moving out of town. I made the choice to walk to the open house she was having because I knew she was having a garage sale also. I wanted an excuse to buy nothing, thus no car to transport things. When I walked into her home, she invited me to go to the tables for the garage sale. I told her I wanted nothing. I spoke the truth.

Thus, walking there and back was just for the exercise.

Spoke to Isaac yesterday. He caught me up on AP exams and SAT. Discussed track meet and how he qualified for the last meet for the State finals. Talked about architecture creation he is competing with. I pointed out that he seems to enjoy the process and not just the result of what he does.

I hope so.

I decided to make lemon bars for dessert for my dinner group. I called Erik and asked him to bring me some from their tree. I squeeze them in mass and freeze the juice to cook with. When we met for Mother’s Day, I was given a bag of lemons.

Yummy dessert coming up.

The door to the plane is closed and we are prepared to leave. Still at the gate. The pilot comes on and tells us he has something interesting to disclose. Two planes have touched each other behind us and he cannot back up until the airport police do a report. A “crash” on the tarmac.

We left 90 minutes later.