Emerson Ward Mysteries

So, you may have guessed by now, this won't be a daily journal. That might really constitute death by boredom for some of you. Perhaps I'll skip days, even weeks.

Can't really remember what I did Tuesday anyway except play tennis with my sweetie. We've both taken up the game again after years away and joined a weekly clinic taught by one of her peers. I used to hate the game. Chasing balls four courts over in 95-degree heat and 93 percent humidity never seemed like much fun. I switched the racquet to my left hand after having been taught from age six to play right-handed, though I'm left-handed. That, and having another activity in addition to dancing to share with my beautiful wife, may have something to do with how much I'm enjoying the game now.

Speaking of wives, I spent much of yesterday with an airplane strapped to my ass to get to Chicago. Then spent the afternoon and early evening with my brother whose wife of 38 years just died of cancer. You can see the loss in his eyes, hear it in his voice. I felt as helpless as he must have watching her slip away, but perhaps my presence was a distraction at least, if not comforting somehow.

Today, a visit with Mom, reunions with other siblings and whatever the day brings.