I’m enjoying some seriously warm weather here in southern New Jersey! Here’s this week’s list of things to check out:

Easter Lights

I’ve gushed about Rhonda’s holiday-centric lighting appointments in my office here in past posts, and I’m excited by the newly installed Easter display. Spring!

Bellview Chardonnay

Rhonda and I have been contentedly unable to extract ourselves from a love affair with Bellview Winery’s dry rosé. Last Saturday found me picking up some wine to bring home, as Rhonda was under the grip of a cold, and I grabbed a bottle of their chardonnay. It was great, and we resolved henceforth to add that into our rotation when we visit. Alas, Saturday’s visit did not in fact feature us drinking the varietal, but we did purchase a bottle for a near-future sushi outing.

The Perseus, I am happy to report, was excellent on a warm, if overcast, Saturday.

Sure, there was the ABC movement and all that, but I can’t get sniffish about these things. It’s often the sturdiest white on the menu that will pair nicely with whatever we’ve elected to eat.

Old Shorts

After I rowed this afternoon (shorts, finally), I was keen to slip into a pair of shorts while I fetched the groceries and began the process of wrangling in mother nature’s reassertion of her primacy in our yard this spring. Living in an older home, we don’t have a ton of storage space, and having the upstair apartment vacated, it has turned into, among other things, a seasonal wardrobe rotation space.

Prior to dropping some weight, I had a pair of tan hiking shorts that bought back in maybe 1999 that, somehow, managed to survive year after year of oil changes, lawnmower blade changes, and half-baked plumbing repairs. Each year, I’d drag them out of the drawer, and wear them around the house for all manner of duty.

Those shorts are gone now, and last summer found me in possession of (needed) new sizes. Lacking the orientation of the good-ole-standbies, I didn’t really know which shorts I was even looking for. And the ones I extracted from the closet upstairs? They were nice. I needed grubbies.

Happily, Rhonda recalled that I had, in fact, fallen into the exact same pattern as before, wearing a pair of cut-off black denim shorts (which were once hers). I have to hitch them up with a belt, as they’re my size but I guess made to be loose. So I hitched them up and hit the road. Glad to have them back in my stable!